At that moment a stunned silence followed.
Samuel didn't move. He didn't speak. He just stood there—his hands twitching slightly by his sides, his throat tightening with regret.
In his mind, a thousand thoughts swirled, Why didn't I keep quiet? Why didn't I let her introduce herself first?
Why did I assume? Now, looking at Cora… really looking at her—he saw what he hadn't before. The poise. The grace. The authority that wrapped around her like a tailored suit. She wasn't just powerful; she was extraordinary. A woman of elegance, class, and command. And he—Samuel Callum, the nation's beloved actor—had insulted her.
He wanted to hit himself.
If there was one thing he now knew, it was that he didn't want to lose MK. It wasn't just about the money. MK had given him structure, backing, a reputation that no other agency could offer. And now, more than ever, he didn't want to lose her—Cora.
A woman like that was rare. She was the kind of woman a man fought for, not disrespected.
