The cursor blinked, a rhythmic taunt against the glow of Julian’s monitor. He was three months into his first "real" job, and tonight was the firm’s gala. He looked at his reflection in the darkened window—he looked like a guy who played it safe.
He typed with a sudden, caffeinated spike of confidence.
"Nice shirt, Julian," his boss remarked, eyes lingering on the craftsmanship. "It suits you. Bold."
The cursor blinked, a rhythmic taunt against the glow of Julian’s monitor. He was three months into his first "real" job, and tonight was the firm’s gala. He looked at his reflection in the darkened window—he looked like a guy who played it safe.
He typed with a sudden, caffeinated spike of confidence.
"Nice shirt, Julian," his boss remarked, eyes lingering on the craftsmanship. "It suits you. Bold."