She gives you a nod. You're a professional. She's a professional. You are both on top of your respective professional tasks. If you had a theme song, it would be playing right now.
She already has her phone out of her purse, dialing. "Yes…this is Charelle—yes, the Falter account. Could you put me through to your hosiery department, please? …Yes. Pack your entire stock of size medium Wolford stockings, and messenger it to the Getty Center right away. Yes, all of it—we'll return what we don't use…"
Breathe