Not Picky

Erica

Mandy walked beside me down the hall the next morning, rattling off a list of things that we needed to get through before our Monday afternoon meeting with Kent. I nodded and took note of the important ones, but didn't interrupt her until we were in my office, seated across my desk from one another. I had on my favorite grey slacks and a tight blue shirt that left me feeling powerful and pretty.

"E-mail that list to me, and you make sure you stay focused on the new service campaign. Kent is going to start offering a new line of advisory services to our customers in Dallas, and we need to make sure the imagery is spot on. Find a few pictures of men in the oil field, or grab the right models and get the photos ourselves."

"Of course." She nodded and scribbled something down. "When do you want a mock up?"

"By Monday if you have stock imagery that you can use. Actually, use stock photos for now, and if we need to take our own pictures, we'll just make sure Kent knows that." I turned