Avoiding Casa Favolosa helped on the latter. I finished off my latest contract work, a menu design for an upscale restaurant on the east side. They were an old client of mine when I worked at my last job. When they found out I’d been let go, they contacted me personally. Go me. I’m sure my ex-boss had to be fuming over that one. Maybe he should rethink not giving out corporate cell phones or firing me on the spot because I refused to give him a peek at my glorious globes. Pervert. My client, a big account, trusted me in every facet of their design. Since I worked out of my apartment, my overhead was next to nothing. I paid a printing service, since I couldn’t fit the equipment in my apartment, and I still had a bigger wad of cash than my old commission rate. Tonight I planned to celebrate my big payday with Julie. A new romance novel arrived in the mail. After a good meal, we’d page through the book. Winter’s Kiss had a feisty-looking red head on the cover holding a laser with some dark brooding male in the background.
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