Nicole’s desk was a monolith of dark walnut. She ran Doshi Digital , a boutique analytics firm that helped movie studios predict which scripts would flop. Her clothes were navy and gray, her hair was pulled into a tight, low ponytail, and her expression was a perpetual state of polite skepticism. She believed in data. Data did not lie. Data did not leave dirty coffee mugs in the sink.
“Deal,” she said. “But you’re still taking out the hummus.” nicole doshi and gia dibella
Her breath caught.
She stood up, walked across the room, and stopped in front of Gia’s chaotic desk. Gia set down her airbrush and looked up, her brown eyes wary. Nicole’s desk was a monolith of dark walnut