Chapter 14At his desk in his office at Ilios, Harris analyzed the image he’d been asked to approve. It was a poster for a high-end restaurant that would be featured in three of the city’s busiest subway stations.
Of course, it was always the same with these people: They wanted a good looking girl sitting in front of a long-stemmed wine glass, preferably a blonde woman and white wine, her gentle and musing smile set against some kind of blurry background with waiters walking by. Then, big surprise, as their center piece, was that fake plate of food with a big juicy steak sitting on it like roadkill.
Boring and done to death.
He couldn’t remember the last time a client had allowed him to really take the reins on a campaign and come up with something edgy or at least, creative.
But it wou
