“Because obviously I’m totally incapable of doing any serious job on my own,” she muttered
Dini squinted at the logos that Michal, the graphic designer, had sent her. Blue or red? Angled or rounded font? The one with the hands or the one with the heart? She tried to picture each one on a brochure or website or email signature. Which would look most attractive? Most professional?
Which would make someone as savvy as Adele Samson sit up and take notice?
Dini tapped her finger on the desk. How was she supposed to know? She needed to consult with someone. Ayala? Dini frowned. Ayala had left this project in Dini’s hands; Dini fully planned on handing her a finished, highly polished work, to justify her friend’s trust. Besides, Ayala had many amazing qualities, but a flair for style was not one of them.
Her family? It made sense to solicit her parents’ and siblings’ opinions — after all, they were exactly the population she was looking to target. But did she really want to give them a seat at the table?
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