Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 95

After chatting with Wallis, we decided to split up and tackle different fronts. She took on the task of negotiating with Candy, since she had been busting her chops over designing the protagonist’s look. To have her work totally nixed might just be too much for her to swallow on the fly.

As for me, I was on the hunt to connect with the agent of the legendary concept artist. If I could just score a face–to–face with this man, we’d be halfway to victory.

But as a small–time gaming company, were we even a blip on FreeMan’s radar? I was all

nerves.

A day later, thanks to some insider friends, I snagged the contact details for FreeMan’s agent and set up a meeting for the afternoon.

The guy was Morgan, a smooth–talking middle–aged fella in his thirties; the meeting place was at an art studio he ran himself.

He was pretty decent when we met, and didn’t give me the cold shoulder or anything. Just handed me a form and said, “If Ms. March doesn’t mind, please fill out this intention to collaborate form.”

Well, that was a first for me. But hey, FreeMan was a big shot, so a bit of flair was to be expected.

One part of the form was particularly interesting – the original reason for wanting to collaborate.

a bit of a temper; just jot

I knew better than to just jot down any old thing. Given FreeMan’s status, this form was clearly a test, a hurdle to see if I was worthy. I bet as soon as I left, Morgan would

exam. After mulling it over, I put down my honest–to–goodness reason – it was a matter

March

wristband,

Hogan

meeting, I left with a head full of worries, and then my

you better come back quick.” Zora’s panicked voice came through, “Candy heard through the grapevine that Director Irwin is looking to replace her with a new concept artist,

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gonna settle

started pounding, and I asked, “Where are they

out for afternoon tea, and Candy’s gone after her.” Zora spilled the beans, “But I didn’t tell her where. Xaviera, President Lott is out; you’re the only one

I floored it to Cecilia’s favorite coffee shop. And, bingo, both Cecilia and Candy were there, clearly at each

about to step in and play peacemaker, Candy unceremoniously chucked her mug