George Not Found Haircut Novels & Stories

“H-his name is, George. He’s the Councilman's driver, his trusted advisor, and one of the few people that has been let in on the s-secret workings of their operation. He's sort of a big deal to t-those people. “George what?” I snap. He sobs. “I don’t know, man,” he wails. “He just introduced himself as George.” “Then what does he look like?” I grind out impatiently through gritted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips. “White, blonde, has a scar cutting across his nose, and a beard. You can’t miss the scar, it’s pretty fucked looking.” I roll my neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It’s been a long fucking day. "What else does this George do?" I know he's hiding something.

With some hesitation, he opened Lucius's door. "Master Lucius, there's something...I need to inform you about." "Out with it!" Lucius spat, his brow wrinkled in frustration. George looked out the window, worried that Lucius would tear him apart after hearing the news—certain information he had only recently acquired himself. "Ms. Agatha might not have undergone plastic surgery," he stated cautiously. Lucius's eyes narrowed into a severe glare, and his stare was so intense that George could hardly bear it.