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.

chimed in, “Director Irwin’s got the touch, always considerate. Aside from the fact that no one has ever seen FreeMan’s real

knack for keeping

figures. These past couple of years, after a few collabs with film studios for some famously

crisply, his gaze tenderly falling on Cecilia, “As long as you guys can actually get

Cecilia murmured shyly, looking down, bashful, “I’m at a

President Lott do.” Hogan said, standing up

with Cecilia, leaving me and Wallis just standing there with our jaws on

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

coaster.

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a curveball at us. Ironically, I heard that another big–name software development company that got Tack’s business card at last night’s dinner had tried to commission FreeMan through a middleman not too long ago. But

the heck were we supposed to

fuming, “That sly old fox Hogan probably saw this coming a mile away. But

he was so

Cecilia.” Wallis recalled with

hadn’t thought that through; knowing Candy’s fiery temper, she was not one to swallow her