Charlie Mcdermott Now Novels & Stories

he said, shaking his head. “You’re not wrong, but they almost did,” I said. “I want you to be okay, Charlie. You’ve got natural talent and now you’ll be better off under Lynda.” “So, I’m the new Jericho now?” he asked me and I laughed. “Not yet, but you’ll get there,” I said and stood up again. “Are you happy at least?” he asked me. “I’ve got a new life, Charlie, one I intend to keep. Keep your mouth shut,” I said.

“Okay everyone, thank you and see you all later for the pack run.” As the room slowly emptied Charlie stayed behind, he rested against the doorway his short frame dwarfed by the others, he was short to say the least, five feet tall and about 120lbs but he was a tactical thinker and he happened to be a pretty good medic. “What can I do for you Charlie?” Dominic asked shuffling papers into a cardboard folder. “We have been here for nearly six months! Why now?” “I asked myself the same thing which is why this dinner is taking place, maybe we can get some answers.”

​"I've been well, son. And how are your studies? I heard you've been busy." ​"Stressful…" Charlie pouted. "Fourth year is trying to kill me." ​"I trust you're keeping a low profile at the university?" the elderly woman asked, her eyes sharp. ​"I was, ma… until today, when these two showed up in a motorcade to pick me up," Charlie replied sheepishly. ​The grandmother turned her gaze to Damien. "And you brought someone new, Damien? Your new boy, perhaps?" ​"Nah… just a boy," Damien replied curtly, avoiding her eyes.

With that she pulled the car door open, stepped out and closed the door, all her movements clean and smooth. Charlie sat there with a wry smile, mirthlessness written all over his face. Mixed distress and remorse were flooding over him in waves. At that moment, a car pulled over. The driver was Parker, the newly installed president of the Morgan Group, who had once come into conflict with Charlie because of Bella.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

Charlie stood up from his cushioned chair Ethan Moore for years he had been Charlie's competition on becoming the richest billionaire in the country he hated picking up a magazine where his own achievements we're totally shadowod by Mr Moores but what made him despise Mr Moore was that any woman he ever seem to take an interest in was always taken and had their heart broken by him.

I wanted to reply, but before I could, she pulled out her phone and played a video on the screen. It was a part of the conference. The camera turned to the reporters, and I saw a brown-haired woman wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It was Charlie. She stood in one of the last rows, but her voice boomed throughout the hall. A faint smile crossed my lips. She barely had any makeup on her beautiful face, which made her look as if she had only graduated from high school. She oozed the confidence able to crush the toughest businessmen and politicians. She was… stunning.

“Please tell me that Amber’s in jail,” Charlie asked after pulling away from Taylor. Taylor continued holding Charlie on one side. He nodded and said, “Including Grandpa’s political rival, Harrison Witmore. He wanted to run for governor, but now, he and those who implemented the spying are locked up.”