18
BRYNN
I hung around the next morning so that I could talk to Raven about the project. I hadn’t liked the pictures he’d given to me. Now that money wasn’t an issue, I wanted to negotiate my part in the project.
I found him in his office, tapping away on his laptop at his desk. Knocking on the door frame, as the door was open, I asked, “Can I have a moment of your time?”
“Sure.” He closed his laptop and turned the chair around to face me.
I closed the door behind me, not wanting anyone to overhear us. “So, the pictures you left me yesterday.”
“You did look at them?”
“I did.” Chewing my lower lip, I wanted to choose the best words to describe how I felt about them without sounding like some prude. “Raven, the pictures made me feel bad. In some of them, the women were demeaned, and,
