Ray's attention remained firmly fixed on his reflection in the mirror of the dressing room as the makeup artist was doing the finishing touches. He was wearing South African attire, and there was a staff leaning beside him on the dressing table.
"Hi, President Ray." A familiar voice from behind caught his attention.
Ray recognized the voice from earlier, Leah Sandoval. As his eyes caught her reflection in the large mirror, he dismissed the makeup artiste with a polite nod and wave, allowing him to focus solely on the model before him.
"Can I sit?" She asked, still smiling at him. Even though he wouldn't smile back.
Leah had met many celebrities from Africa, even those that were mixed---African-American, but none had a strong, commanding presence as King Ray.
Leah had sharp, symmetric
