Michael, preferably referred to as Mr Jackson, a caramel-toned man with the longest black curls and chocolate-toned orbs, sits in his study as he begins to read a certain book called the 'Art Of Seduction'.

Suddenly, his gaze shifts to the person standing at the entrance to his study and the corner of his lips twitch into a warm smile at the familiar individual.

"Good evening." His light feather voice addresses them politely, slowly closing his book and keeping his focus on them at once.