Divorcing my dead sister’s husband
"The blue is too corporate. The Wakefield account needs something more approachable, something that speaks to families."
Thomas nodded, reaching across me to slide one of the boards closer. His arm brushed against mine, and I forced myself not to react. This was becoming a pattern of these small, probably innocent contacts that sent unwanted electricity through my veins.
"Maybe something warmer?" He studied my face rather than the mockup.
"Exactly." I pulled my notepad closer, scribbling down alternatives. "Amber tones, maybe with accents of deep red. It suggests comfort, home."
After the meeting wrapped, I gathered my materials quickly, but Thomas caught up to me in the hallway.
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