Flex Time (Office Toy)
““It’s my wife’s birthday, so I’m going home early,” he said, already moving away. “You don’t have anything to go out, I hope.”“No. See you tomorrow.” Elle opened the folder and flipped through the pages of glossy ads. “You’re kidding me!”The assistant, who had only just disappeared out of view, stuck his head around the corner, blinking in surprise.“Not you,” Elle said with a distracted smile. The new client was an upscale bridal shop. Elle cursed under her breath as she looked over photos of previous campaigns. Cunningham—wealthy co-owner of Cunningham & Associates, where she worked, and one of her three demanding lovers—had to be out of his mind sending this project to her.She flipped through the ads trying to find a single instance where her aesthetic could be applied. The art had an elegant yet romantic quality, marked by long, flowing lines. It was confident with a touch of upper-class fairy tale.Her work was confident, too, but with more of an “ordinary folks”
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