For a week, he worked like a demon. The cold brew animation was beautiful—golden liquid flowing over jagged ice mountains. He finished it in record time. He got paid. He bought real groceries. Eggs. Butter. He felt like a king.
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Leo slammed his laptop shut. He looked at the eggs in his fridge. Then he looked at his phone. The coffee roastery wanted a sequel to the cold brew ad. They were offering $1,200. For a week, he worked like a demon