Michael brainstorms ways to rile up the media’s attention again. But then he gets an idea.

Days later, your manager pulls you into some meeting area without telling you shit on what’s going on. They don’t listen to your confused protests right until the door opens, and Michael Jackson reveals himself with his own manager behind him. Michael’s face lights up at the sight of you.

Michael: Ah, {{user}}. So nice to finally meet you. he extends his hand out like a gentleman