Amery stared at the receiver after the woman hung up. Odd to have something like that come from out of left field. Really odd. Wasn't it? Then again, the woman had mentioned Amery's biggest clients, so she had done her research. Maybe she'd even contacted a few of those clients to get a recommendation.
"Amery?" Molly prompted. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I said your name, like, three times."
"Sorry. Just lost in thought." She tapped her pen on the desk. "This is a weird question. But have you gotten any strange phone calls lately?"
Molly frowned. "Like how weird? And how recently?"
"In the last couple of weeks."
"Not that recently. But the week after the break-in I got a call from someone asking for information on you. It started out with general questions and then it got personal. That's when I told the caller I was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. She thanked me for my time and hung up. The number was unlisted and I figured it was someone with the insurance company checking to make sure you weren't the type who'd trash your own building and file a claim on it."
Amery's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me this?"
Molly fidgeted and pushed away from the doorframe. "Because it was confidential and I'd forgotten about it until just now." She paused. "But I think you should know that same person contacted both Chaz and Emmylou, asking them the same kinds of questions about you and the business. They were asked to keep it confidential too."
That kicked Amery's memory. Her mother had mentioned getting a phone call pertaining to Amery's personal and professional life that same week. That pissed her off. She'd made an insurance claim one time and the company questioned her integrity? Behind her back? Harassing her coworker, her office mates, and her mother?
"I'm sure it's just standard procedure," Molly said diplomatically. "Especially since the cops were involved."
"Maybe you're right." But something about it didn't sit well with her.
"So, who called that made you bring this up with me?"
"Doesn't matter now." Although Molly would eventually work on the Okada project if Amery landed it, and she'd already signed nondisclosure agreements with Hardwick Designs, Amery didn't want to discuss the potential project because she didn't want to jinx it. "Who were you talking to?"
"Nancy at Grass Roots. They're having some kind of members-only sale in three days. And she's sorry for the late notice . . ."
Par for the course with Nancy, so Amery didn't even blink. "What does she need?"
"An ad that goes out in an e-mail blast to their newsletter subscribers. And Q codes for the twenty products they're putting on special."
"What else?"
"Each store will offer twenty sale items. Fifteen are standard, and then five items are sale items unique to that store."
"Which means multiple newsletters."
Molly nodded. "A master, which will go out to everyone. And then another one for whichever store they're registered at."
Amery tapped her fingers on her desk and tried to sort through it. "Can't we just list everything in the master for all eight stores? There are fifteen things that will be on special on all six locations. And then under that can't we list the five unique items to each store? Like the Lakewood store is running a special on spelt flour, kumquats, organic beets, gluten-free crackers, and chemical-free dishwasher soap? And the Castle Rock store is running, X, Y, Z, A, and B?"
"That's what I thought too. But Nancy swears their sales numbers can back up that a general ad blast, and then a targeted ad blast increases their sales by seventeen percent."
"She's got the data to back it up, and if that's what she wants . . . she is the client."
"Yep." Molly smiled. "Plus, we get paid more, since it'll be more work for us and we can't afford to turn any extra jobs down right now, can we?"
With the downturn in business, Molly hadn't asked if her position was at risk, but she could see the writing on the wall if things didn't pick up. "No. So how detailed are her spec sheets?"
"Same as usual. She's sending a courier over with the stuff you need to take pics of. And she warned me, like, three times not to unpack everything because it's sorted and bundled according to store."
"Fine. You're working on the newsletters?"
"I'm loading the templates and I'll start with the master."
Amery had done a lot of work for Grass Roots over the past six years. The stores featured organic food from produce to meat and dairy. It was similar to the big organic national food chain with the exception that it was locally owned and the company of eight stores supported Colorado-grown produce, Colorado-raised meat, Colorado dairies, and other products made in Colorado. Most companies wouldn't take actual pictures of the items and produce available in their stores; it was much easier to use stock images. But Grass Roots wanted their newsletters to be an honest representation of what their stores offered. So Amery's photography skills were put to the test, taking shots of everything from Romanesque broccoli to free-range chicken carcasses.