Chapter 85: Pretty Lies, Ugly Truth
Micah glanced at the man in front of him, silently taking in every detail with a calm that barely concealed his disgust. The man reeked of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke, the scent thick in the air, even in broad daylight.
Behind his fake smile and slicked-back hair, Micah could see it. The man’s eyes weren’t admiring.
His gaze was filled with those disgusting thoughts, undressing him, picturing him naked.
He was a man; he could see it. He knew that look all too well.
Micah was at a loss as to why, among all these girls, the man had picked him. He wanted to brush past and ignore the comment, but just for a second, he imagined Nora or his cousins in his place, being approached with an offer like that. His blood boiled. No, he needed to see what this man was really after. If what he thought was indeed the case...
Micah blinked, forcing his face into a docile expression, masking his annoyance. He tilted his head, widening his eyes with a touch of faux innocence, looking at the man a bit naively.
"Go on, what were you saying?" he said sweetly, his voice girlish and melodic.
The man faltered for a second, wondering if he had imagined the sudden death glare from earlier. The girl was so sweet. How on earth did he think the girl wanted to punch him?
"Would you like to be a star?!" he said eagerly, stepping closer. " I am a scout. Our agency specialises in discovering new talent. Models, actresses, influencers...whatever you want, we can help you make it happen. You have the look. The bone structure. The height, the rate vibe that makes people stop and stare."
Micah widened his eyes. "Oh! Really?!" he gasped, touching his cheek and smiling shyly.
"Oh, definitely," the man said, talking faster now. "We’ll start with a quick photo shoot. Send a portfolio to some of our partners, magazines, and casting directors. We have trainers who’ll teach you how to pose and how to walk the runway. You’re gonna be famous."