Micah turned his head stiffly upon hearing the name. His gaze landed on a tall woman striding toward him with the kind of authority that commanded the room. She wore a tailored navy business suit, her stride brisk and heels clicking sharply on the polished floor. Her posture was flawless, and her eyes fixated on him.
Everyone else in the room seemed to freeze, and conversation faltered. Fans who were busy chatting about Leo Mckay halted mid-sentence, heads turning in unison. Even the overly enthusiastic sister Candra stopped mid-laugh, mouth open in stunned silence.
Micah guessed as to who this woman was.
The woman reached him and, without a word, enthusiastically grabbed both his hands.
"It's really you!" she exclaimed. "Ah…, this new look is so good on you! Seriously, thank you for coming! You've made my day!"
Micah blinked. He was getting used to this overwhelming touchy behaviour.
