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Both his gallery debut and the airing of his last report were designed to catapult him into regular reporting on CNN or 60 Minutes , but from behind the desk, not in the field. Having the gallery to run and a desk broadcasting job to anchor would be monumentally easier jobs than running through the underbelly of every third world country, trying to piece together how crappy people truly were to one another.
    Gage jogged back upstairs to his personal living quarters to prepare for the day. He took a quick shower and wiped the mist from the mirror with his wet towel. Always comfortable in his own skin, Gage stood completely naked, looking at himself in the mirror.
    His eyes resembled those of a much older man. He ’d seen too much in his need to stand on his own two feet. He’d also spent a lot of time trying to make his facial features more rugged to hide the feminine features he’d been born with. In the beginning of his career, no one had taken him seriously, discounting him, time and time again, because of his pretty boy good looks. He grew past tired of always being told he would be better off modeling or acting than trying to be taken seriously as a photo journalist.
    Inner personal drive and nothing more forced him to make people take notice of his work. Ten years later, he had a dark tan from years of working in the sun and blond sun streaks running through his sandy blond hair. He’d always kept his hair length close to a buzz cut. It helped with the itching when there wasn’t a bath readily available for days at a time, but now that he was back to being a regular citizen again, he’d decided to let it grow. He kept it a little longer in order to do some of those cool, slightly disarrayed hair styles so popular today.
    Moving his hands through his hair , he got the look he liked with a little bit of gel and a little bit of the blow dryer’s help. He decided to keep the five o’clock shadow, which always made his features look more masculine, and he did a quick trim job on the growth to keep it neat. His nose seemed a little too wide to him, but no one else ever seemed to notice, and there was just nothing he could do to hide his lips. They were big, full, and wide, spreading easily into a smile. Gage’s reputation categorized him to be no nonsense, a total hard ass. That irony meant that most people in his life didn’t know how much he loved to laugh and smile.
    He decided on jeans and a white with blue plaid, lightweight button down. Gage flipped on the lights to his bedroom, dressing in front of his mirror. He left the shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top and at the bottom. Gage stood tall and muscular with a solid six pack. One he got from real work, not the gym. He ’d carried his own equipment during every report throughout all the years, but his body looked more like a swimmer’s body, lean and long. Nothing about gallery or desk work gave him the workout necessary to retain any sort of muscle, anywhere along his body. If he intended to maintain this body, he needed to reconsider the gym option.
    He added a few accessories to finish off the look before checking his reflection one last time in the mirror. He liked real clothes and spent a fortune on them once he ’d gotten back in town. He packed his closet full of casual, easy wearing clothes. He loved the surfer guy look of today, but he also grooved on Prada’s spring collection, buying every piece shown to him. The khaki shorts, T-shirts, and work boots he wore in the field were never going to find their way back into his wardrobe again. He liked color and style, something he didn’t know he liked until he’d done without it.
    He took the stairs back down to his office located to the right of the front doors. He chose an ultra-cool design and spent the most money on the walls of his office. They were newly synthesized sound and bullet proof smart glass panels. They darkened with a simple touch of the remote control. He loved the look of them