The next day at work, the office door flew open, and Avery rushed in, her face flushed with excitement. "Oceano!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "You're not going to believe this!"
I swiveled my chair to face her, watching with amusement as she practically bounced on the balls of her feet. I could see the thrill in her eyes and, with a small shake of my head at her antics, I asked, setting aside my mug of coffee. "What's going on?"
Twirling around in an imitation of a ballerina, she exclaimed excitedly, "The client—they absolutely loved the logo! They're going to use it for the entire campaign!"
"What?" I gasped, staring at her for a moment, unsure if I had heard her correctly. Then, the reality of what she had just said hit me, and I jumped out of my chair, joining her in her dance
