Director Roberts walked away dejectedly; he had intended to cozy up but was rejected by Charlie Thompson.
Nicholas Young squatted on the ground, covering his swollen face, looking somewhat lost and crestfallen.
A group of villagers cheered and gathered around me.
"Charlie, well done, we owe it to you today!"
"Charlie, do you really know Secretary Perez?"
The villagers chattered excitedly, their enthusiasm palpable.
"You could say I know him." I nodded.
Wow! The crowd erupted.
"He really knows him! This is incredible, knowing such an influential figure—Charlie is sure to soar in the future! Nancy has a good son!"
"Charlie has truly transformed, not only does he know important people, but he also knows Kung Fu!"
The villagers spoke with eagerness and envy, but also a sense of pride.
Kimberly Harris stood on the outskirts of the crowd, staring dazedly, her expression one of confusion.
