Hello there, readers! I’m posting my Friday Fictioneers a bit late this week, because it was a crazy one at work! This is the first I’ve had to time to sit and write. So pardon my lateness and enjoy the story prompted by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo by Marie Gail Stratford.
“I tried to tell her this client would want a bold, flashy design,” Conrad said for the third time. “But it’s alright, that’s not really Trish’s thing.”
Trish remained silent as the rest of her coworkers laughed lightly or nodded in agreement. Conrad smirked and took a swig of his cola. Trish hoped he choked on it.
“I mean, it’s all about getting into your client’s head,” Conrad continued.
Or shoving your design down their throat, Trish thought.
She watched as he dove into his low mein with a clunky fork, and smiled slightly as she expertly used her chopsticks.