A camera crew filled up the hallway, following one man who had called out to Morgan.
He was a man of average height and build with no real distinguishing features aside from his brightly dyed sandy-blonde hair.
He appeared to be no older than his mid-to-late forties with a shrill, thoughtful smile. He carried himself like a man who already knew the world was his to do whatever he wanted with.
He used his unmatched charisma to its fullest when he stepped in front of Morgan. Holding out his hand and offering him a friendly smile paired with an intelligent twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Morgan Creed. Pretty empty schedule you have these days, isn't it? No wonder you decided not to run in the election."
Morgan found this man's mere voice to be unbearably agitating.
But if a brief tenure in politics had taught him anything, it was how to stomach people he didn't like.
"Chuck Hope." Morgan took the man's outstretched hand. "I hadn't heard you were stopping by for a visit today."
