Logo-Mania and Lasting Laughs

The air in my tiny studio, usually thick with the scent of stale coffee and the faint whiff of artistic desperation, was now electric. It buzzed with a sort of triumphant, slightly bewildered energy. Hungwe, the celebrity chef whose culinary empire I’d been tasked with branding, stood before the giant monitor, his usually stern face a mask of… well, I wasn't entirely sure what. It might have been shock. It might have been awe. It might have been the lingering effects of that third espresso he’d demanded during our final review.

“So,” he began, his voice a low rumble that usually preceded a culinary critique or a threat to garnish my soul with parsley. “This… this is it?”