chapter 6

Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.

He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.

He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair.

A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun.

He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got.

He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his way to class. Her hair was bouncy, curling on her shoulders, and smelt like roses

"I'm sorry" she apologized bending down to pick up the books she had dropped.

He immediately bent down to help her. Picking up a large book with a thick brown cover and the title written in gold

"Romeo and Juliet" he read out loud and the embarrassed girl graded the book from his hand, her face glowed a light pink.

"Thank you" she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wait, don't I know you?"

Her question shocked and scared young Charles, did she notice that he had been watching her, did she somehow find out that he had constant dreams about her dancing on water like a beautiful waterlily

"You come to my shows don't you" she smiled "I always see you, watching with this serious blank expression on your face" she chuckled

Her laugh was like a gift from the heavens, like the sound of glorious angels.

"I'm Emily" she stretched out her hand

I know "I'm Charles" he shook her hand 

"Well Charles, I guess I'll see you around" She smiled, waving goodbye as she ran off to class.

Now he can testify, that he has met an Angel and survived.

"We're here" Eric wakes him back to reality.

He is parked in front of one of his many Car Repair shops. The name Charles Car Repairs written in bold red, white, and blue on top of what seems to be a massive garage. This was Charles's home away from home, the busy environment and greasy air had a strange way of calming him down.

"Mr. Charles, they're in the waiting room"

alas, his home away from home has been invaded and infested by pests. Evil little insects that wear black suits usually found carrying around notepads and cameras. Green-eyed monsters always looking for something to pin against you.

I guess that's just a dramatic way to say he hates the press.

Charles hates the press from the deepest depths of his soul, they claim that they're here to interview him and ask questions about his business but they're just looking for something to pin against him, just so they can have something interesting to write in their next article.

He was well prepared for any questions they were gonna throw his way. He has done his homework and isn't going to be one of those politicians found looking like an absolute dumbass on tv.

"Mr. Charles, it's such an honor to finally meet you" A tall lady with a slim figure and high cheekbones stands up to greet him as he walks towards her

"the pleasure is all mine" he had his practiced smile plastered on his face and he firmly shook her hand.

Emily had now become a great friend of Charles, a friend who he dreamt of and had fantasies about.

"Charles" she pokes him with a pencil getting his attention "Be present," she says firmly.

he had gotten lost in her ocean-blue eyes and lost track of what she was saying

"I'm sorry, what were you saying"

she sighed shaking her head, the wind carried the scent of her strawberry shampoo and slaps his face with it

"your mind is always elsewhere these days" she looked up at him with a dissatisfied expression "Charles...be honest with me"

what does she wanna know?

does she know I love her?

did she somehow find out that I have been having constant dreams of her?

"Are you seeing someone?"  she asked bringing him back to reality.

"what? no" he denies, surprised and relieved.

"is it still in the crush stage? is it someone I know?"

she kept bothering him with questions about the girlfriend she imagined he had, but now he has to answer a different set of irritating questions

"so what are your plans for the company when you become governor," The reporter asks

"As we all know becoming governor is not a money-making opportunity, and in no way do I wish to exploit the people by living off their taxes, so I'm going to keep my business and my lively hood off it" A read straight from a script written by someone in the communications department

"Wow sir, men like you really give other politicians something to look up to. Thank you for being at our show" she says rapping everything up

"Thank you for  having me" That is something he has to say,

the lights go off and so do the cameras. he sighs in relief

"it's finally over" he mumbles under his breath.

"you were wonderful Mr. Hensley," the reporter says, taking his hand in yet another firm handshake.

"so were you" he fakes a smile, keeping up his persona

she laughs in response "maybe we can do another interview after you win the election" she laughs so loud, mouth wide open you can see all 32 teeth in her mouth, she throws are self back like she could trip and fall over if she laughs too much

it was irritating

why couldn't everyone be as delicate and elegant as his precious wife Emily? A woman with the laugh of an Angel.