Gage Charles National Anthem Novels & Stories

“I don’t care who you use. If she can get you that deal, good. I don’t care if it’s Emily or the devil himself. Just fix this before it’s too late.” Charles gave a small nod. “I will.” Mr. Carter opened his car door, not looking back. “Make sure you do. Or you’re finished.” Charles stood in silence for a while. He raised his watch and looked at the time. It was almost work over. He decided to go home first and freshen up. He had to shave and look good before going to see Emily. By then, she must have clocked out of work and be at home. He took a deep breath, walked to his car, and drove away.

"You guys head in first. I got to make a call to Mr. Quinton about the Parkers." "Got it, boss." Esther replied as the team made their way in. Meanwhile, Charles stayed in his car for about five minutes to call Peter Quinton about the Parkers. After stepping out of the Rolls Royce, he was about to enter The Gunner Bar through the VIP aisle when he was stopped by the security. "Excuse me, sir. You can't enter the bar." the security at the entrance said to Charles. "Why not?" Charles was surprised. "Do you have a membership to enter, sir? If you don't, you cannot enter through here." the security replied.

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

“You let her go, you get this. And more, if needed.” Charles took the envelope, opened it, flipped through the bills slowly, then gave a low whistle. “Ahhh. You dey serious.” “I can double it,” Ethan said. “And I won’t talk to the press or the authorities. No trouble will follow you. This ends here.” Charles raised his brow. “You dey talk like lawyer, but you walk in here like soldier. Interesting man.” Then he turned toward his men, waved his hand casually, but his voice stayed cold. “Una hear am? If this man tries anything funny—e no go breathe next time.”

He replied, "It's nothing, Miss Sophia. How may I help you?" Nancy didn't want to stare upward at Charles' masculine chest, though she caught a glimpse of the star tattoo on his chest. Charles has an eagle tattoo on his left arm and a cross symbol on his right arm. He said to Nancy, "I will be out soon, please wait." Charles quickly dashed back into his room, took a shirt, wore it, and stepped back out still tying only a white towel around his waist. He asked her, "What do you want, Miss Sophia?"

She didn't even look up. "Your breakfast is on the counter, Darcie. Charles is waiting in the garage. Don't be late for the first bell. It reflects poorly on us." "Good morning to you too," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed a piece of cold toast and headed for the garage. Charles was leaning against a black SUV that probably cost more than my dad’s entire failed business. He was wearing his varsity jacket again, looking effortlessly perfect, tossing a set of keys in the air.

“These are for you. You could put them in the office.” “Ann will find a vase.” Antoine gestured to the chairs. “Sit.” They took opposite sides. Charles unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a waistcoat the exact shade of the tie Antoine had worn the night he came home to an empty closet and a note in Charles’s handwriting: “She chose happiness. Let her go.”

I had been to such events before, but I was in the shadows, escorting a colleague who had to interview some celebrities. Charles, dressed in a sharp gray tuxedo, waited impatiently by the door. “Aren’t you pretty enough? We can’t be fashionably late if you take forever.” I shot him a sharp look, feeling a surge of annoyance. “I didn’t ask you to wait outside the car with me, Charles. You could have just got in and sit quietly.” He shrugged, unfazed. "I was just practicing how to be a gentleman since we are practically going to be in each other’s space tonight.”

His voice was gentler this time and the official came to invite us in for the meeting with the team before departure. **** The team finally touched down at Geneva around evening and the check-in processes started immediately. There were personnel waiting to receive us so everything was seamless and in less than two hours, everybody already settled in. The next afternoon, Charles arrived at the State Office, perfectly tailored in navy blue, hair slicked back like a politician out of a magazine. He carried an energy that I couldn’t really read well. It felt like something confident, maybe too confident, and when he spotted Nicholas from across the room, his smile widened like they were still b

The senator was obviously uncomfortable having to talk to Rebecca, she did not mince her words. By the time Charlie Puth had finished his performance to an outstanding ovation, the amFar gala had raised over$1.4 million for life-saving research programs. The senator made a beeline for the exit not long after, faking an upset stomach. Rebecca was practically glowing. The senator would undoubtedly come looking for trouble with TNN but Rebecca was not worried, her editor had given her his backing.