Charles Leclerc 013
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Charles took a deep breath, the studio lights warming his skin as he glanced around at the eager faces surrounding him. The colorful set of Girl on the Grid buzzed with a vibrant energy, and the laughter of the crew echoed in his ears. “Never have I ever missed a flight,” the interviewer announced with a playful grin, and Charles instinctively raised his panel high, the bold letters “I HAVE” gleaming under the bright lights.
The laughter in the room swelled, and the interviewer leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “You want to tell us what happened?”
Charles chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Oh boy, where do I even start?”