Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 94

Hogan wasn’t really asking for our opinion; he was totally bossing us around again. The only reason he’d made this decision was because Cecilia herself was head over heels for the work of the illustrious FreeMan.

But then again, in the realm of concept artists, I bet there was hardly anyone who didn’t dig FreeMan’s work. His style was lifelike, unique, and the colors popped. He was already miles. ahead of the pack in the scene, and what’s more, a lot of times he was all about that traditional hand–drawing.

Talked about a real challenge for any artist. But the more talented he was, the more likely he was to be eccentric. That was why since his debut, FreeMan had never shown up for an interview, nor had he ever been seen in the media.

Mr. Mystery, that was what he was.

“Ms. March.” Hogan didn’t give a hoot about my explanations; he just flatly said, “If it was easy peasy, why would I even bother bringing it up to you?”

So, yeah, changing his mind was a no–go.

Then Cecilia, ever the empathetic one, said, “Hogan, Xaviera does have a point. Getting an concept artist of FreeMan’s caliber is super tricky. I’m a huge fan, but I don’t want to make things tough for Xaviera and President Lott.”

She batted those big, pretty eyes while she said it, oozing this “who, me?” innocence.

Irwin’s got the touch, always considerate. Aside from the fact that no

had a knack for

of years, after a few collabs with film studios for some famously iconic posters, his stock has

his gaze tenderly falling on Cecilia, “As

looking down, bashful, “I’m at a loss for words.”

let’s see how Ms. March and President Lott do.” Hogan said, standing up and

off with Cecilia, leaving me and Wallis just standing there with

tails between our legs. That meal was nothing short of a

coaster.

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business card at last night’s dinner had tried to commission FreeMan through a middleman not too long ago. But the agent just brushed them off with “FreeMan’s job has been arranged till early next summer” and that was that.

to chew on this

sly old fox Hogan probably saw this coming a mile away. But he couldn’t

he was so protective of

last time Candy went head–to–head with Cecilia.” Wallis recalled with a sigh, “If FreeMan really shows up, how’s

thought that through; knowing Candy’s fiery temper, she was not