The man's expression remained unchanged, his sharp eyes fixed on the computer screen. His voice was icy, completely devoid of emotion.
"You need to ask me about something so trivial? Is the brand promotion department filled with incompetents?"
Seth Thorne hesitated. "This artist... she's new. While her image and overall qualifications fit the game's promotional material, her agency's owner is... your arch-nemesis."
Finally, the man looked up at his words.
His sharp eyes were chilly, yet calm.
But beneath that calm, a tempest seemed to be brewing.
His voice was cool and detached. "Arch-nemesis?"
Steeling himself, Seth Thorne met the man's frigid gaze, his voice laced with caution. "The artist's agency is owned by Charles Winslow."
Perhaps because he hadn't heard the name in so long, or because he hadn't paid attention to an industry so far removed from his own, Damian Fairchild didn't immediately place the name.
