Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙤

    "Good morning, Joanne". Joanne gasped as she fiddled with her keys of her classroom, nearly dropping them when she heard the voice behind her. She turned to meet Charles' figure towering over her, his hand wrapped around Jules' smaller one. The kid waved at her with a bright smile. "Good morning". She let out a breathy laugh. "You're early". She mentioned, class was starting in ten minutes and most of the children weren't arriving that early. "I know". Charles said simply. "This way I could drop him off myself". He explained and she nodded, unlocking the door finally and they stepped inside. Liam and Jules immediately moved to the tables and claimed their spots next to each other in front of the classroom. "He can't stop talking about how nice the ice cream was and how excited he is to stay over at your place today". Charles chuckled and moved a hand through his hair that was slightly styled with some gel.

He was dressed for the sunny weather today, a pair of sunglasses in his pocket and the white button-up pulled taught around his broad chest, the dark blue slacks he wore secured with a leather belt. Joanne was sure this man looked fenomal at any time of the day. "I'm glad he has so much fun with Liam". She smiled and placed her bag on her desk. "Can I help you with something else?". She carefully asked as he was still standing at her desk, his dark eyebrows furrowed slightly together when he looked at her for a couple seconds. "My emergency phone numbers". He said, his jaw slacking. "I thought your assistant would hand them to me?". He lips curled slightly upwards and Charles still stood there like a marble statue. He didn't want to make it seem like he was desperate to see her, even though he was. "I had other tasks for him to do". Charles informed and she nodded slowly.

"So, here they are". He handed her one of his business cards, although she had never seen them before in Monte Carlo. She swallowed hard and took it from him. "I bought a Play Station game for Liam, Jules helped to pick it". Charles switched subjects and his hand moved into the pocket of his slacks. Their conversation was briefly interupted when other children got into the classroom, greeting Joanne and moving to their places. "You didn't have to do that". Joanne said, tucking some of her onyx hair behind her ear. "I wanted to, he gets to stay at your place and play with Liam, so I figured we could do something back". Charles shrugged. "It's in Jules' bag, I'm sure they'll have fun this afternoon". His serious expression broke a little again when she smiled that beautiful smile at him. "Me too". Joanne replied. "Good luck today". She said as he nodded at her was about to turn around.

"I'll pick him up". Charles said and then waved at Jules. "Oh, Joanne?". He leaned against the door for a moment. "Don't cook dinner tonight". He said, a somewhat friendly smile on his lips before he walked out. Joanne her cheeks were burning up again and she felt her sweaty palms. Don't cook dinner, right. Because the last time she did was probably awful, right? She sighed deeply, gnawing at her bottom lip at the thought. It was only half past eight in the morning and that man had caused her brain to do a couple backflips in her skull already. "Ms. Hinds? Will we watch the movie again today?". One of the girls asked and she lifted her head, her eyebrows rising. Right, teaching was her job. "I think we can". She smiled in response, standing up to close the door when she counted all of the students.

        "Got the money?". Charles' chin lifted a little when he watched the man stand at the pier where the yacht was supposed to rest in the harbour of Monaco. "Got the yacht?". The client copied his attitude, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette before throwing it down on the floor and stepping on it to put it out. "I think I can decide in which order we proceed this deal". Charles said, his eyes hardening while the man eyed him sceptically before he nodded. One of his guards threw a bag his way. Charles wasn't sure why this man was acting as if he was a big player. He had researched his background before taking this deal and he was practically nothing. He had nearly laughed at the appearance of the guy. Pierre moved from Charles' side to take the bag, patting around it first before taking it back to their side and zipping it open. He showed it to Charles then, who nodded in approval. "Alright". He lifted his phone to his ear and it took only a small while before the yacht came in sight and slowly moved to the pier.