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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 

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