George cast Spencer a cool eye. He was fond of the boy, they went back some ways, but he was a businessman first. There was potential here, money that could be made. If Spencer wouldn't use it, he would.
"Impatient for what?" Jazz asked, looking at Spencer anxiously. "I do both. I design for customers when needed and doodle, because, well, it's fun and I like doing it. But they don't mean anything, they aren't worth anything - I'm paid to consult. I'm not a designer."
"You could be," George cut in before Spencer could. "You have talent, I've seen it myself, and you've just admitted that you enjoy doing it - come work for me. There you will have the opportunity to grow and do so much more than what Spencer is happy leaving you to do here."