Celeste stared at the pen. Then at the script. Then at Anouk—at the deep lines around her eyes, the silver streak in her dark hair, the absolute, unapologetic solidity of her.
Celeste shook her head. “He’d tell me to wait for the Marvel offer. That it’s just a dry spell.” Milftoon Comics Lemonade 3
Celeste flinched. “Jesus. You don’t pull punches.” Celeste stared at the pen
“I already have,” Anouk said. “My company. A silent partner in Berlin. And an Irish distributor who thinks America is a cultural wasteland but loves a good revenge thriller.” She paused. “I want you to direct episode four.” Milftoon Comics Lemonade 3