Julie Nichols, founder and president of Valeti Cookies, smiled wide and nodded in approval. “Fantastic stuff. I knew I’d be happy I called you,” she said, tucking a legal pad into a brown leather shoulder bag. Allie led her out into the modest yet expertly decorated reception area. “Please call me with any questions. I know that some of the creative is a little outside what you’ve been doing, but I think it’s important for you to be bold right now. Valeti is growing so quickly. You need to make sure people see a strong image.” Julie grinned again. “As far as I’m concerned, this is all a formality. I still have to run everything by Greg and Nancy after they get back from their trip, but I know they’re going to love everything you showed me today. Great job. I’ll be in touch.” Allie held the office door and silently squealed as it closed. Patty the receptionist gave her a thumbs-up before answering the phone, “Flynn Agency. How may I direct your call?” Allie strode into her office and glided into her chair, allowing it to spin once.
