I wondered if Camille would be willing to work with a small gaming company like ours, and I felt a bit uneasy.
A day later, I successfully got the phone number of Camille's manager from a friend in the same industry.
Then, I arranged to meet him in the afternoon.
Camille's manager was an eloquent middle-aged man in his 30s named Nikolai Morisson.
We arranged to meet at the art studio he founded.
He was quite polite. And when I told him my reason for coming, he didn't look arrogant. Instead, he handed me a form. "Ms. Fisher, you can fill out this partnership form if you don't mind."
This was the first time I saw someone requiring this.
But Camille was a legendary figure, after all. So, it was normal for him to have his ways.
However, a section in the form was quite interesting.
He asked for the reason why I wanted to work with him.
Nikolai explained, "I'm sure everyone knows about Camille's temper. You can come up with any reason."
Of course, I knew I couldn't write just any reason.
Camille wasn't an ordinary illustrator, and this form was undoubtedly a challenging task he posed for everyone who wanted to partner with him.
If I was right, Nikolai would definitely pass the form to Camille once I leave.
This was like a written test.
Then, after pondering for a moment, I wrote my true motive.
"It's a matter of life and death."
When Nikolai saw that, he was stunned. Then, he smiled. "You're funnier than I thought."
"Mr. Nikolai, I'm not kidding. By hook or by crook, Camille must be the illustrator for our project," I pinched my wrist and earnestly said.
I needed to give Bruce an explanation.
After the meeting ended, I went down the stairs with a heavy heart.
A few seconds later, my phone rang.
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