Sami
“Either spill or set me up with your friend Marshal."
I look up from my computer, lost in the advertising proposal I was putting together for a big athletics company. I like my campaign and feel like it should be well received. I've constructed it all on my own, but I was currently double-checking those of other companies, making certain what I came up with isn't already out there.
Sometimes what seems like unique ideas could have been subconsciously planted by observing other advertising. The last thing my firm wants is a lawsuit claiming copyright or trademark infringement.
“Sorry," I say to Linda. “What?"
She hands me a cup of coffee. I recognize the white cup. It's from the corner shop. As she does, she grins and lifts her shoulders innocently. “Something's up," she says.
