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A short； svelte woman introduced herself as Sharon。 “So； dear；
you’re looking to break into magazines； are you？” she asked as she
led me past a string of long…legged model look…alikes to her stark；
cold office。 “It’s a tough thing to do right out of college； you
know。 Lots and lots of petition out there for very few jobs。 And
the few jobs that are available； well！ They’re not exactly
high…paying； if you know what I mean。”
I looked down at my cheap； mismatched suit and very wrong shoes and
wondered why I’d even bothered。 Already deep in thought over how I
was going to crawl back to that sofa bed with enough Cheez…Its and
cigarettes to last a fortnight； I barely noticed when she almost
whispered； “But I have to say； there’s an amazing opportunity open
right now； and it’s going to go fast！”
Hmm。 My antennae perked up as I tried to force her to make eye
contact with me。 Opportunity？ Go fast？ My mind was racing。 She
wanted to help me？ She liked me？ Why； I hadn’t even opened my mouth
yet—how could shelike me？ And why exactly was she starting to sound
like a car salesman？
“Dear； can you tell me the name of the editor in chief ofRunway ？”
she asked； looking pointedly at me for the first time since I’d sat
down。
Blank。 pletely and totally blank； I couldn’t remember a thing。 I
couldn’t believe she wasquizzing me！ I’d never read an issue
ofRunway in my life—she wasn’t allowed to ask me aboutthat one。 No
one cared aboutRunway 。 It was afashion magazine； for chrissake； one
I wasn’t even sure contained any writing； just lots of
hungry…looking models and glossy ads。 I stammered for a moment or
two； while the different names of editors I’d just before forced my
brain to remember all swirled inside my head； dancing together in
mismatched pairs。 Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind； I was
sure I knew her name—after all； who didn’t？ But it wouldn’t gel in
my addled brain。
“Uh； well； it seems I can’t recall her name right now。 But I know I
know it； of course I know it。 Everyone knows who she is！ I just；
well； don’t； uh； seem to know it right now。”
She peered at me for a moment； her large brown eyes finally fixated
on my now perspiring face。 “Miranda Priestly；” she near…whispered；
with a mixture of reverence and fear。 “Her name is Miranda
Priestly。”
Silence ensued。 For what felt like a full minute； neither of us said
a word； but then Sharon must have made the decision to overlook my
crucial misstep。 I didn’t know then that she was desperate to hire
another assistant for Miranda； couldn’t know that she was desperate
to stop this woman from calling her day and night； grilling her
about potential candidates。 Desperate to find someone； anyone； whom
Miranda wouldn’t reject。 And if I might—however unlikely—stand even
the smallest chance of getting hired and thereby relieve her； well；
then attention must be paid。
Sharon smiled tersely and told me I was going to meet with Miranda’s
two assistants。Two assistants？
“Why yes；” she confirmed with an exasperated look。 “Of course
Miranda needs two assistants。 Her current senior assistant； Allison；
has been promoted to beRunway ’s beauty editor； and Emily； the
junior assistant； will be taking Allison’s place。 That leaves the
junior position open for someone！
“Andrea； I know you’ve just graduated from college and probably
aren’t entirely familiar with the inner workings of the magazine
world 。 。 。” She paused dramatically； searching for the right words。
“But I feel it’s my duty； myobligation； to tell you what a truly
incredible opportunity this is。 Miranda Priestly 。 。 。” She paused
again just as dramatically； as though she were mentally bowing。
“Miranda Priestly is the single most influential woman in the
fashion industry； and clearly one of the most prominent magazine
editors in the world。 The world！ The chance to work for her； to
watch her edit and meet with famous writers and models； to help her
achieve all she doeseach and every day； well； I shouldn’t need to
tell you that it’s a job a million girls would die for。”
“Um； yeah； I mean yes； that does sound wonderful；” I said； briefly
wondering why Sharon was trying to talk me into something that a
million other people would die for。 But there wasn’t time to think
about it。 She picked up the phone and sang a few words； and within
minutes she’d escorted me to the elevators to begin my interviews
with Miranda’s two assistants。
I thought Sharon was starting to sound a bit like a robot； but then
came my meeting with Emily。 I found my way down to the seventeenth
floor and waited inRunway ’s unnervingly white reception area。 It
took just over a half hour before a tall； thin girl emerged from
behind the glass doors。 A calf…length leather skirt hung from her
hips； and her unruly red hair was piled in one of those messy but
still glamorous buns on top of her head。 Her skin was flawless and
pale； not so much as a single freckle or blemish； and it stretched
perfectly over the highest cheekbones I’d ever seen。 She didn’t
smile。 She sat next to me and looked me over； earnestly but with
little apparent interest。 Perfunctory。 And then； unprompted and
still having not introduced herself； the girl I presumed to be Emily
launched into a description of the job。 The monotone of her
statements told me more than all of her words： she’d obviously gone
through this dozens of times already； had little faith that I was
any different from the rest； and as a result wouldn’t be wasting
much time with me。
“It’s hard； no doubt about it。 There will be fourteen…hour days； you
know—not often； but often enough；” she rattled on； still not looking
at me。 “And it’s important to understand that there will be no
editorial work。 As Miranda’s junior assistant； you’d be solely
responsible for anticipating her needs and acmodating them。 Now；
that could be anything from ordering her favorite stationery to
acpanying her on a shopping trip。 Either way； it’s always fun。 I
mean； you get to spend day after day； week after week； with this
absolutely amazing woman。 And amazing she is；” she breathed； looking
slightly animated for the first time since we started speaking。
“Sounds great；” I said and meant it。 My friends who’d begun working
immediately after graduation had already clocked in six full months
in their entry…level jobs； and they all sounded wretched。 Banks；
advertising firms； book publishing houses—it didn’t matter—they were
all utterly miserable。 They whined about the long days； the
coworkers； and the office politics； but more than anything else；
they plained bitterly about the boredom。 pared with school；
the tasks required of them were mindless； unnecessary； fit for a
chimp。 They spoke of the many； many hours spent plugging numbers in
databases and cold…calling people who didn’t want to be called。 Of
listlessly cataloging years’ worth of information on a puter
screen and researching entirely irrelevant subjects for months on
end so their supervisors thought they were productive。 Each swore
she’d actually gotten dumber in the short amount of time since
graduation； and there was no escape in sight。 I might not
particularly love fashion； but I’d sure rather do something “fun”
all day long than get sucked into a more boring job。
“Yes。 It is great。 Just great。 I mean； really； really great。 Anyway；
nice to meet you。 I’m going to go get Allison for you to meet。 She’s
great； too。” Almost as quickly as she finished and departed behind
the glass in a rustle of leather and curls； a coltish figure