Confident. But now that I was with Matt, I really wanted to move away from viewing him as a potential loveinterest, which he obviously was not, and try to view him as just a friendly colleague.
âHey, Kira!â he whispered as Alida walked up to the head of the table. âWould you want to come with me to this Hockney lecture at the Whitney tonight? I have an extra ticketââ
I started to flush with excitement until I remembered Matt.
âOh, thanks, James,â I responded. âI canât. I haveâIâm busy, actually. But thanks, anyway. I love Hockney.â It sounded like a cool event, but Matt was going to take me out to Klimt, a new Austrian restaurant in Tribeca.
âOh. Okay. Another time, then,â he said.
âOkay, people, simmer,â ordered Alida. âSo, as some of you know, Genevieve, aside from being editor in chief, also works tirelessly for the Fashion and Design Institute at the Manhattan Museum of Art, and their annual ballâwhich is the party of the yearâis on Friday. Mr. Hughes has generously taken an extra table this year and so we are inviting the interns to attend.â
âProvided that you all work through the cocktail hour checking people in,â added Genevieve. She was a woman of few words, but whatever she tersely said had a strong effect.
Even though we had to work, there were gasps of delight from all of us. This event was profiled not only in every magazineâHughes-owned or notâbut also on television channels and newspapers around the world. It was attended by Hollywood stars, top fashion designers, and other luminaries who wanted to see and be seen.
âIn addition,â Alida added, âyou are each allowed to bring one guest.â Squeals of delight. I hoped Matt would be free.
The rest of the day was nonstop craziness as I finished my travails for CeCe, helped Richard with his files, and popped by Alidaâs office to see if she needed anything. Her intern had left already (at the stroke of five, natch), so she took me up on my offer to be of assistance. I knew Matt wasnât picking me up at home until eight oâclock, so I had plenty of time.
âSo Kira,â Alida asked as I sorted new threads, Polaroiding them and placing them in fall shoot files while she answered e-mails, âtell me, do you see yourself working in magazines?â
âOh yes,â I gushed. âI love it here. I mean, granted, Iâm total Xerox girl, but I feel like I am soaking up so much.â
âAnd what if you were ever an editorâ¦â she looked at me curiously. âWhat would you do? What would you want to add?â
âMe? â I was surprised sheâd even care what a lowly worker bee like moi would ever think. As much as I thought Alida and I connected, I still felt like a mannequin with hands for snapping Polaroids, not a thinking human.
âWell, Iâd do a lot,â I started cautiously as she looked at me. âI would really sharpen the tone of the writing, give it that voiceâit used to be snarkier, you know, kind of witty, tight, funny. Umâ¦Iâd overhaul some of the graphics, make them bolder, darker, edgier. Maybe experiment with more vintage looks like Warholian silkscreen images, chunky lettering, collages, things that lend energy. You know, that make every page pop. I like toturn the page and have everything be eye-catching and bold,â I finished, thinking maybe Iâd ranted too much. I was letting my imaginary corner office eclipse reality.
âInteresting,â she said with a smile. âGood to know.â
âIâm really excited for the big FDI event,â I said, revved up. âIâm bringing this new guy I met recently.â
âOh really ?â Alida asked with Richard-style taunting. âCanât wait to meet him!â
âIâm actually meeting him for dinner tonightââ I said, checking out the
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