The client loved her work. The word “genius” had been bandied about, and while she knew that was an exaggeration, she soaked up the enthusiastic praise. This was the first large ad design project she’d directed on her own. She’d fought hard for the responsibility, and all the late nights and hours spent second guessing every decision had paid off. She’d spent hours comparing two shades of red for the ad’s background, and she’d scrapped her drawings twice because they weren’t good enough. The victory was totally worth the little sacrifices, and she was soaring. The rest of her team had opted to grab celebratory beers, leaving her to report back to Cunningham and Jonathan, the company’s co-owners. As soon as she brought them up to speed, she was going to make an appointment for a post-work massage and pedicure, a little something to spoil herself. She tried to control her triumphant smile as she approached the comfortable waiting area. Jonathan was leaning on the receptionist’s desk, deep in conversation with Nolan.
