The Graphics Designer

Previously

…I stood there, my portfolio still clutched in my hands, a bewildered smile spreading across my face. Bartholomew, the badger in the chef’s hat, stared back at me from the page, his intense gaze now seeming less manic and more… knowing. I hadn’t just designed a brand; I’d somehow stumbled upon the secret ingredient, the hidden passion that Chef Antoine Dubois hadn’t even realized he was looking for. And in doing so, I’d proven, at least to myself, that my own peculiar brand of accidental brilliance wasn’t just wrong, it was, in fact, wonderfully, perfectly right. The flamenco in my stomach had finally calmed, replaced by a quiet, triumphant hum.