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Morgan’s vibe was a bit more chill than before. I thought by now we’d have something to show for all the hassle, but then he pulled a 180 and went. “But we all know FreeMan’s a hot–head, right? Unless the guy himself is down for a collab, no one else can call the shots for him.”
He kept it real, leaving some wiggle room, and was totally sincere – obviously putting on a show for Hogan.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out if Morgan was playing it straight or just blowing smoke,
“No biggie, collabs are all about the vibe from both sides.” Hogan, who’d been as silent as a grave, finally piped up with his gravelly voice, “If our gig doesn’t float FreeMans boat, dragging him into a partnership ain’t cool. Right, Ms. March?”
Hogan’s sudden hardball stance caught me off–guard for a short while, but I rolled with it. “Mr. Zade’s got a point. But something tells me FreeMan’s gonna be stoked about our project once he gets the lowdown. What’s your take, Mr. Paisley?”
I played it both ways, good cop, bad cop. Hogan and I had two different attitudes. He was the money man; he’d got the clout to be tough. Me? I was just a grunt, so I gotta keep it humble.
We complemented each other like peanut butter and jelly, so in sync it even surprised me. And Morgan, Mr. High–and–Mighty, finally showed a crack in his armor when he saw this dynamic
duo in action.
Guessed he couldn’t take the heat. After all Hogan’s presence alone was enough to make anyone sweat, even if he just sat there and did nothing.
The meeting wrapped up with Hogan pulling the “Cecilia’s starving” card, and despite Morgan’s best efforts to keep up for a meal, Hogan wasn’t having any of it.
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