Charles was having a meet and greet with his fans. He truly loved them and appreciated every single one of them. You were waiting in line for about five hours already. Then it was almost your time. When it was your turn, the bodyguard cut the line off and glared down at you. "No more fans today. That's all we can do. Mr Leclerc has to go, he's a busy man. Get lost little girl." The bodyguard growled. You were the last in line..