The Graphic Details Read Free

sure I’m the best here, but
I’m more than qualified to show you how we do things around here.
Will you excuse me? I have to go and ask Sarah exactly what she
wants me to teach you,”
    “Be my guest. I’ll just practice my Photoshop
techniques. We have internet here right?” he asked.
    I nodded as I quickly strode over to Sarah’s
desk. I was skeptical of her intentions of saddling Charles with
me.
    “Sarah, what the hell?” I asked as I reached
her desk.
    “What? Aren’t you happy you get to sit face
to face with the new office piece of incredible ass?
    “What are you up to Sarah?”
    “Nothing. I just thought you’d like some
company. Besides, I know your situation .”
    “Well, if you really knew my situation , you’d know that I’m perfectly happy in it.”
    “Come now, no one would really be happen in
your situation,” she said, and I scowled at her with huge amounts
of contempt.
    “And today of all days. I look horrible. My
hair is a mess. And these glasses.”
    “It’s no different from any other day,” she
said, and I contemplated slapping my boss.
    “I don’t know why you’re so worried. If I
weren’t married, I’d definitely be doing things that would get me a
sexual harassment lawsuit. But you, you’re nice and single. Take
advantage of that,” said Sarah.
    “I don’t want to take advantage. I’m
seriously happy where I am right now. And besides, he’s too…
pretty,” I said to her, as I turned my head towards him. He looked
at me and smiled. I felt an extra drop of moisture.
    “Too pretty? I like to imagine a face that
pretty in between my thighs.”
    “Sarah!”
    “Whatever. I’m just trying to hook a sista’
up,”
    “Please don’t talk like that. It’s unnerving.
And it also might be a little racist.”
    “Just go back to work, Kathy and enjoy the
predicament that you’re in. You can thank me later when you realize
what I’ve done for you,” she said as she winked at me and shooed me
away.
    I gave her a final disapproving look as I
returned to my desk.
    “So, what is it that she wants me to do?”
Charles asked me.
    “Huh? Oh, um, just continue to work on your
techniques. What are you better on? Illustrator or Photoshop?
    “I like to think I’m pretty good with both,
but I’m not one to toot my own horn. I could show you my stuff I’d
you’d like.”
    “Yeah, sure. Send me a file or two,” I said
as I thought about tooting his horn. My professionalism was
beginning to wane.
    “Well, I have some stuff open on my screen
right now. I guess I could just stick my hard drive into your slot,
since it’s facing me,” he said. I started to wonder if I should
take that as a serious and quite disgusting case of sexual
harassment before I looked over and realized what he meant; the
back of my computer was indeed facing him, and he had brought a
small portable hard drive that was sticking out of the back on his
computer.
    “Oh, well, ok, yeah. Just do…”
    “Or you could just stand up and walk around
to my side and take a look,” he said sarcastically.
    I don’t usually respond kindly to sarcasm,
but I have to admit, his was subtle and therefore I found it a
little charming.
    “Ok, I’ll just do that, smart ass,” I shot
back. He smiled.
    I walked over to his side and what I saw on
his screen made me open my eyes wide in astonishment at it’s
simple, yet realistic presentation. It was of some girl eating a
cupcake and enjoying a cup of coffee while staring out of a window:
a painfully simple concept. But what was amazing was that what I
thought was a real girl sitting in a real restaurant was actually a
drawing, no, a digital painting. If I weren’t trained at spotting
design for all these years I would have definitely been fooled by
it.
    “Charles, this is…. Amazing!” I said.
    “Nah, it’s nothing really. Just some flimsy
flier I did for a friend’s new café.”
    This guy was as humble as he was
gorgeous.
    “Flimsy? I couldn’t do this if I