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I’m scrolling through apartment listings, the entire office quiet and dark.  This is pointless,  I think, scrolling past yet another apartment I can’t afford. At this rate, I’ll need at least 3 roommates to make something work. And one of them will have to sleep on a pullout.  I sigh and slink back, my chair gently swiveling back and forth. It’s almost enough to lull me to sleep.  But of course I can’t leave. I’m waiting for The Book, for one thing, and even if I wasn’t, I’d

The twins look absolutely miserable.  Sure, they’re not exactly angels on the best of days, but seeing them slouched in their chairs across from Ms. Newmark’s desk, arms folded, their eyes holding none of their usual mischievous sparkle makes my stomach tighten.  There’s a row of seats set up across the desk, all filled except for the one closest to the door I’m gently closing behind me.  The soft click sounds like a gun shot in the tense silence of the room.  Miranda moves t

“No, Nigel.” I’m typing furiously, messaging with one of McQueen’s underlings. If she thinks having the flu is really going to be enough to reschedule this shoot, she has another– “You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Nigel huffs. In my peripheral vision, he crosses his arms and shifts his weight in annoyance.  “Sure I do,” I reply, not taking my eyes from the screen or my fingers from the keys. “You wanted to move your meeting with Miranda up to this afternoon.”  Ni

I walk into the office Monday morning exhausted and determined.  It’s time to put Mission: Protect the Queen  into effect.  I’ve spent every moment since resolving the Lanvin crisis yesterday wracking my brain for how I can possibly help Miranda with this custody battle. A million potential ideas, none of them good, and each of them digging me deeper into a pit of helpless despair.  At some point—3 AM, maybe later—I start questioning myself. Am I overstepping? It’s presumptuo

More adrenaline junkies should work in publishing,  I think as I lean back in my chair, slipping my heels free from the beautiful but deadly stilettos that have been torturing me for hours. I cross the last item off my list and let out a slow breath. Done. In just under seven hours, we’ve gone from total disaster to a fully organized shoot with a brand-new concept, all fueled by caffeine, sheer willpower, and blind adrenaline. Who needs skydiving? The office feels almost unfa

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the eerily still reception area.  Alright, Andy. Crisis mode, engage. With a quick breath, I step out of the elevator and start for the conference room. I try to exude confidence and competence with each step. I learned a long time ago not to show fear, even when the world seems like it’s crumbling down around you.  “Are you trying to impersonate a deer?” Miranda once taunted me . “One of these days, those big eyes of yours will lock o

I wake up and my cheeks hurt. I think I was smiling in my sleep.    It’s Sunday morning, and my smile widens before I even open my eyes. I pull the covers up to my chest and give into my giddiness, squealing and kicking my feet, sending the covers flying in all directions.    Today’s the day! The day!    I roll over and grab my phone, furiously typing in Runway’s web address. After a few typos, it finally loads, and there it is.    Margot Robbie commands the cover, poised a

My stomach, grumbling loud and actually painful, eventually ends my Survivor  marathon of dissociation. I guess it’s time to be a human again. I haul myself off the couch and head to the corner store, grabbing the bare minimum for jambalaya. It’s a good slow cooker meal—low effort, high reward. I throw a bag of frozen wontons into my basket, too. Something to snack on while I wait. Walking back to my apartment, I roll my eyes, remembering Nate’s irrational jealousy over the s

The phone barely rings twice before my mom’s voice bursts through the speaker.  “Oh, Andy! It’s so lovely to hear from you sweetie, just let me get settled on the couch–RICHARD! Your daughter is on the phone! How are you, sweetie? It’s been so long since you’ve called.”  I can’t hold back my chuckle. They’ve always been this way, and it almost feels like I’m back in Cincinnati instead of leaning against my kitchen counter, New York taxis screeching and screaming nonstop outsi

I wouldn’t have been able to imagine doing this three years ago. I smile into the mirror as I run the comb through my wet hair. Three...

I stare at the bottle—hard. It taunts me. I bought it with the clear intent to drink and forget my problems. I still want to drink and...

The clock ticks closer to 8 AM, and I can feel Emily’s eyes burning into me.  I pay her no mind. I know what she’s waiting for–another...

For the first time in weeks, I have a handle on everything, and the day is going great. It’s a big day—four separate shoots happening at...

I walk into Java Joe’s, one of New York’s 24/7 cafés, at 11:15 pm, dead on my feet but determined to get this over with. I don’t know...

Jesus, can these people walk any slower?! I dodge left, then right, trying to get around the gaggle of gawking tourists clogging the...

You’d think I’ve downed six cups of coffee from how antsy I am. Emily keeps shooting me annoyed, frustrated looks, but I can’t bring...

It turns out Runway really can’t function without Miranda. In the week and a half since Paris, Miranda scrapped the entire upcoming...

Paris was chaos, but New York is colder. I shove through the apartment building’s heavy glass door, hauling two overstuffed suitcases....

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea, everybody wants this.” The flashes of the cameras are blinding, like lightning strikes in the dark interior...

What does it mean to be? If you were expecting a simple answer, I have bad news.  The first thing that might come to mind is Hamlet’s...