extract from chapter one

Nov 02, 2009 17:13

08:59 - The lift bell dings and both me and the brown haired boy jump up from the cran-apple massacre and brush ourselves down hurriedly as the steel doors slide open to reveal a face of the the guy that interviewed me 3 weeks ago. I could tell that he was far more comfortable in what he was wearing today: patterned mostly white shirt with black jumper over the top and a pair of dark blue corduroy pants. His hair had an air of permanent windiness despite it being the crispest driest autumn mornings I can remember.

09:00 - Ben introduced himself and welcomed us to Lightbulb Inc. and then invited us up to the Ideation Station to get orientated. Ideation Station?

09:03 - The lift doors opened and I was amazed. Compared to the sterile cleanliness of the lobby area, the “Ideation Station” looked like an artist and designer had both thrown up in an office. On top of the clean white base of desks, cupboards and units where multitudes of pictures, sketches, words with bountiful of colours splashed across endless dividers of glass. It took my breath away.

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