The manager blinked. "Lucas Freed—my artist. We've been planning his debut for some time now."
Rafael raised an eyebrow, clearly still drawing a blank. It was obvious he had no clue who Lucas was, and it baffled him even more to realize that this manager was confidently preparing a potentially major debut under his nose.
"I've never heard of this person before. Why are you preparing such a grand debut for him? No one mentioned scouting someone like this, and I certainly wasn't consulted. This is the first time I'm hearing about it."
Rafael leaned forward over his desk, his chin resting on his clasped hands. Seeing him like that, the manager immediately sensed trouble. He swallowed hard and carefully set down his coffee cup before beginning to explain.
