"What's happening?"
"Why is the president here?"
"Is he here for someone?"
The questions come from every direction. Curiosity is a living thing in the room—loud, frantic, impossible to tame. From inside the venue, I can already see security straining to keep their human barricade intact as the press floods against the doors, cameras flashing wildly while the President of the Republic of Verlin strides inside.
I'm stunned myself.
He told me this was a good chance for us to appear together in public, but he said he'd only pick me up outside the hotel.
So why is he here? He definitely has no business being inside the venue.
Kayla is still not herself, and my security looks seconds away from putting her on an actual leash. Thankfully her manager rushes in and drags her back before she makes everything worse.
I look ahead, toward him.
People part instinctively as he walks, stepping back and forming a clear aisle in his path.
