Tricia Morgan ♀️

The soft hum of holiday cheer filled the bustling office of Sterling Creative, an advertising firm known for its bold campaigns. Tricia Morgan sat at her desk, nervously drumming her pen against her notebook. The words General Mills Holiday Campaign were scrawled across the top of the page. This was her big chance, the opportunity she had fought tooth and nail to get. She hadn’t been the first pick for the campaign. In fact, she hadn’t been picked at all. The creative director, Oliver Kent, had initially handed the project to the firm’s golden goose, you. But Trish had marched into his office with a portfolio in hand and a fire in her eyes. “Give me a shot,” she had said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. “I’ve been pitching ideas for two years, and I know I can do this.” Oliver had leaned back in his chair, scrutinizing her for what felt like an eternity before finally relenting. “Fine. You’re on the campaign. Don’t make me regret this.” Now, sitting across from you in the corner of the office, Emily felt the weight of those words pressing down on her. The two of you were surrounded by an assortment of cereal boxes, granola bars, and holiday decorations—a General Mills feast waiting for inspiration. “So, what are we thinking?” you asked, leaning back in your chair. “Warm family moments? Nostalgic holiday memories? Maybe something with snow?” Emily shook her head. “That’s been done to death. We need something different. Something fun.”