All Chapters of THE CHARISMATIC CHARLIE WADE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

New York City. What people can possibly think about this place?The place dwells by most of superficial people; business people, lawyers, artists, even taco bread sellers with their glam food truck.

Despite all the perfection that Messie has built for her upcoming future, she still tries so hard to fit in among the society—well, classify that as the social majority. And living in a waking dream is the biggest challenge for her to achieve.Whatever glamorous glimpse she pictures on her mind, life is just be like Que Sera, Sera in the end. She knows, sooner or later she needs a reality check. Where reality hurts, knocking at her front door every once a month.

The whole month of working at the start-up company is incredibly cheering for Messie Denver. Everyone is nice at the office. The clients are great to talk with. The only problem is; she just can’t get enough of sleep.Almost every night she’s been thinking how to handle her lifestyle to be a little bit organized. She just can’t take it—the simplicity, and the elegance of being thrifty. All these thoughts on her mind keep on haunting her, just because of one thing:

It takes about fifteen days later for the response letter to arrive at her door, which is today; Monday, the 1st August 2016. The front envelope is marked with an airmail stamp, and surely, making it looks like a businesslike property, as if she receives it from the government rather than an individual person.

It’s Friday morning, she still has to go to work. When she arrives at the office, all of her co-workers have gone hectic with the internet problem. The technical team says something gone wrong with the system, and perhaps, it may take some days to fix the issues. Therefore, all the peer therapists are forced to return home today.With one day off from the office, she’s half happy, but half insecure. It’s all because she keeps thinking about the Penpal program; whether she continues writing a letter or not.

As the time flies fast; two weeks later, she finally gets her hand on Mister J. Mark’s airmail letter.Dear Miss Messie Denver;Thank you for writing back to me again. I much appreciated, for I am the challenge you have. So, is this gonna be like one of those aspiration letters? You wrote about your real life story, for

Stress is one word for another. She can’t get enough of listening to everyone’s problematical life these days. Her clients alone are just a lot to handle. And there are already five clients on her hotline numbers, waiting to connect with her on TalkPeers site.She could talk for hours with just one c

The following day, life can’t be more thrilling than it already is. A few workers in TalkPeers office whistle flirtingly as they stare down at something behind the office window in this second floor.“What these idiots doing?” Messie mutters, while eyes are still staring towards the computer, with hands actively typing on the keyboard.

The attributes are just too much for describing the whole idea of BizzKiss. This social dating app has taken place in the utmost crowded area of the metropolitan city. There are big banners in every corner of the parking lot and nearby avenue of The Plaza Hotel. The entrance displays a pretty clear symbol of red lips and a pink heart entwined together, which is exactly a BizzKiss symbol.The visitors are all mingled; can’t pretty much tell the difference between a hotel guest and a party guest, because most of them wearing

Pass.He passed on me.He couldn’t actually do that to me, right?