Styles

Geoffrey motioned Arell over to a table cluttered with papers, sketches, and various artsy paraphernalia. Arell's eyes lit up as he surveyed the creative chaos before him. "Wow," he murmured, impressed by the array of designs spread out across the table.

Geoffrey smiled, gesturing towards the sketches. "They've been hard at work brainstorming logo designs for Infinity," he explained. "Let's start with these and see which ones resonate with you."

Arell nodded eagerly, leaning in to examine the different designs.

The first design featured a sleek, minimalist representation of the infinity symbol, rendered in bold black lines against a white background. Arell's gaze lingered on it thoughtfully. "I like the simplicity of this one." he remarked.

Next was a more intricate design, incorporating the infinity symbol into a stylized abstract pattern reminiscent of waves or flames. Arell studied it intently, intrigued by its dynamic energy. "This one definitely makes a statement," he commented. "It's eye-catching, but perhaps a bit too busy for a logo."

Moving on, Arell came across a design featuring the word "Infinity" elegantly intertwined with a delicate infinity symbol, creating a sense of harmony and balance. He smiled appreciatively at the artful composition. "I love how this one incorporates the name into the symbol itself," he remarked. "It feels cohesive."

As Arell continued to examine the remaining designs, he found himself drawn to one in particular—a minimalist, yet striking design featuring a geometric interpretation of the infinity symbol enclosed within a circle. But it was the following design that truly captivated Arell's attention. The word "Infinity" was crafted to form the shape of the infinity symbol itself, seamlessly blending typography with symbolism.

Just as Arell thought he had found his favorite, his eyes fell upon the final design—a bold depiction of the word "Infinity" enclosed within a circular frame, with a vibrant purple outline adding a pop of color. "Oh, I like this," he said. "It's got that pop of purple, you know? Adds a bit of flair."

Geoffrey nodded in agreement as Arell expressed his liking for the final design. "I like it too," he affirmed with a smile. "That pop of purple really sets it apart. Are you sure this is the one you want?"

Arell nodded decisively. "Yeah, definitely. It feels right."

"Alright then," Geoffrey said, his tone decisive. "This one it is." He motioned for the graphic artist to take note of the chosen design.

With the logo settled, Geoffrey turned his attention back to Arell. "Now that we've got our logo sorted, let's move on to the designs for the clothing."

Geoffrey led Arell to another section of the room where sketches for clothing designs were displayed. Arell's eyes scanned the various sketches, taking in the creativity and diversity of the designs.

One sketch caught his eye—a hoodie with small white clovers scattered across the fabric. Arell couldn't help but smile at the whimsical touch. The design felt playful yet stylish, with a subtle nod to nature.

"Aisha made this one." Geoffrey explained, pointing to the sketch.

Arell nodded in appreciation. "I like it," he remarked. "The clovers add a nice touch."

As he examined the sketch further, Arell noticed a note on the back that read, "the logo goes here."

"I like this one a lot, feels like something I'd wear." Arell said.

Geoffrey nodded, taking note of Arell's appreciation for the hoodie design. "It's definitely got a unique vibe to it," he agreed.

As Arell moved on to the next set of sketches, his excitement waned slightly as he examined multiple T-shirt designs with black streaks and flashy elements. These designs, made by Malik, Kenny, and Devon, didn't quite resonate with him.

"Hmm, not quite what I had in mind," Arell commented, shaking his head. "Let's move on from these."

Geoffrey nodded in understanding. "Of course, let's see what else we have."

With that, Geoffrey motioned Arell towards another section of the room, where sketches made by the artists awaited their inspection.

Arell continued to sift through the sketches, his eyes scanning each design with a discerning gaze. After moving through a few more, he finally came across one that caught his attention.

The sketch depicted a T-shirt with the Infinity symbol subtly incorporated onto the side of the shirt, so half of it appeared on the back and the other half on the front. Arell's face lit up with excitement as he examined the design. The placement of the symbol added a unique and dynamic touch to the shirt, while still maintaining a sense of simplicity and elegance.

"I really like this," Arell said, pointing to the sketch. "It's creative, but not too flashy."

Geoffrey nodded in agreement. "It's a great choice. I can see it being a standout piece in our collection."

As they continued to explore the sketches, another design caught Arell's eye—a plain black shirt with the words "My style is timeless" emblazoned across the front. The typography was bold and sleek, exuding confidence and sophistication. Arell couldn't help but admire the shirt's effortless coolness.

"This is really tuff," Arell remarked, a grin spreading across his face. "It's got that sleek, minimalist vibe that I love. Definitely something I'd wear."

As Arell expressed his admiration for the T-shirt design, he couldn't help but inquire about its creator. "Can you call over whoever made these?" He asked.

Geoffrey nodded, gesturing towards a stack of similar designs nearby. "These were all made by Tony." he explained.

Arell's eyes lit up as he examined the variations of the design. Each shirt boasted a different phrase emblazoned across the front, yet all shared the same sleek and minimalist aesthetic that Arell found so appealing.

The first shirt featured the words "Elevate Your Style," rendered in bold, futuristic typography that commanded attention. In the collar he noticed the words infinity stretched along.

The second shirt caught Arell's eye with its simple yet powerful message: "Limitless potential." The words were arranged in an elegant script.

And then there was the third shirt, with the words "Infinite" boldly printed in block letters.

Each design shared the same timeless appeal that he admired. He turned to Geoffrey with a grin. "These are amazing."

Geoffrey smiled in agreement. "Absolutely. Tony's designs manage to strike the perfect balance between style and substance."

As they admired the shirts, Geoffrey called over Tony, introducing him to Arell. "This is Tony," Geoffrey said with a nod. "He's the creative genius behind these designs."

Arell extended his hand with enthusiasm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tony. Your designs are incredible."

Tony's eyes sparkled with pride at Arell's compliment, though a hint of nervousness lingered beneath the surface. "Thank you so much, Arell. I'm thrilled that you like them," he replied warmly, shaking Arell's hand with genuine gratitude.

"I really like your designs," Arell continued. "I'm definitely going to use them."

Tony's smile widened at Arell's words, the nervousness fading as they engaged in a casual conversation about their shared love for design and fashion.

Geoffrey, observing the interaction, interjected with a smile, "Tony, Arell, I hate to break up the party, but I'll be heading to the bank to kickstart our loan application process."

The mention of the loan application brought a sense of urgency to the atmosphere. Arell's expression shifted subtly as the weight of responsibility settled over him. "Got it," he said, nodding. "I'll make sure everything's in order."

"Great," Geoffrey replied, his tone reassuring. "Make sure you gather all the necessary financial statements and any other relevant documentation. We want to be fully prepared."

As Geoffrey excused himself and headed towards the door, Arell's mind buzzed with thoughts of financial figures and paperwork.

Once alone, Arell found a quiet corner of the room and sank into a nearby chair. With a deep breath, he retrieved his phone, knowing he had to get organized and focus on the tasks ahead.

After a while, Arell decided he deserved a break. He stretched his arms above his head and reached for his phone, ready to unwind with a scroll through Twitter. But as soon as he opened the app, a tweet caught his eye.

@Mumur23: Yo, @ArellRose, when are you gonna drop that song? The leak is fire 🔥

Confusion knitted Arell's brows together. He hadn't released any new music recently, let alone a leak. Curiosity piqued, he scrolled through his mentions, only to find multiple notifications, all urging him to release the supposed leak.

"What leak?" Arell muttered to himself, standing up from his chair. His fingers moved swiftly as he navigated to the search bar on Twitter, typing in keywords related to the leak and his name.

Arell's heart raced as he stumbled upon the account named MayaIsHere. His mind raced, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Two videos were posted, both with the title "Snippet of Who's this girl," the song he had worked on with Maya.

"What the hell, Maya?" Arell muttered under his breath, his confusion turning into frustration as he clicked on the first video.

The video opened to reveal him rapping lyrics from their unreleased song. Arell's jaw clenched as he watched himself, the realization sinking in that Maya had been recording him without his knowledge.

His anger simmered as he moved on to the second video. It showed a snippet of the song playing in the background as Maya panned the camera around his studio room.

"What the hell." Arell muttered again, his voice tinged with frustration and disappointment. He had trusted Maya, had invited her into his studio, and she had betrayed that trust by leaking their work online.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Arell closed the Twitter app and scrolled through his contacts until he found Maya's number. With a deep breath, he pressed the call button, waiting as the phone rang.

After a few rings, Maya answered with her usual cheerful tone. "Hey, Arell! What's up?"

"Maya, what the hell did I just see on Twitter?" Arell blurted out, his voice edged with frustration.

Maya's tone shifted slightly, sensing the seriousness in Arell's voice. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Arell could hear the faint sound of a TV show playing in the background, further fueling his frustration. "Why did you leak my song?" he asked, his voice firm.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Maya responded. "Our song." she corrected. "I've worked on it too, you know."

Arell clenched his jaw, trying to keep his temper in check. "Okay, our song," he conceded. "But you still leaked it."

Maya let out a sigh, her tone turning defensive. "I didn't leak it, Arell. I just shared a snippet on Twitter. It's not like I gave away the whole song."

Arell's frustration only grew at Maya's attempt to downplay her actions. "That's not the point, Maya," he said, his voice firm. "You never asked me if I was okay with you releasing it."

There was a moment of tense silence between them before Maya spoke again, her tone softer this time. "I'm sorry, Arell. I just got excited about the song and wanted to share it with people. I didn't mean to upset you."

Arell sighed, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment wash over him. "It's not just about upsetting me, Maya. It's about respecting each other's boundaries."

Maya fell silent, seemingly processing Arell's words. "I understand," she finally said, her voice tinged with regret. "I'll take down the posts and apologize."

Arell nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Maya," he said, his tone softening. "Let's just make sure it doesn't happen again."

As they said their goodbyes, Arell couldn't help but feel a sense of unease linger in the air. For some reason he felt like she wasn't being all that sincere.

With a heavy sigh, he started writing a tweet, addressing the situation. "No, that song will not be dropping right now, but I'll consider releasing it soon," he wrote.

Posting the tweet, Arell felt a small sense of satisfaction in taking control of the situation, but his mood remained sour. He knew he needed to clear his head, so he grabbed his keys and headed out for a drive.

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