Prince Charling

"But why build two ports?" the female show host asked. "Why don't you and your brother work together to speed up the construction of our first port, instead of splitting our resources and slowing it down?" 

Tapping his fingers on the huge glass desk between him and the host, Prince Charling maintained his amicable, political grin. He couldn't hide his large belly behind the clear table or with his button-down, dress shirt and unbuttoned suit coat. Prince Charling's other hand stroked his medium-length, dirty blonde hair. And he brushed his fingers across the tip of his nose out of habit, also itching the big mole on his face. 

When he showed his crooked, bleached teeth to speak, Charling laughed, "There's no need to worry. My brother, regardless of how much or how hard I try, has never agreed to work with me on anything.