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319 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 24, 2014
The shoes had made a nasty dent in my paycheck, but I wasn’t sorry I’d splurged. They were Chanel, black-textured with a peep toe and a gold zipper up the back, really more of a booty than a stiletto.
“Fuck you” shoes, I thought. That’s what they were. And I knew I might need them tonight. Because in TV there were always people who wished the worst for you.
I noticed Vicky Cruz, aka “Cruz Missile,” on the move through the crowd, her short red bob punctuating the room like the head of a giant kitchen match. Within a few seconds, she’d maneuvered her way into the all-male circle. She was known as a ballbuster, and she practically ruled the network as the host of its highest-rated show, yet in social settings with powerful men, she preferred to play the pussycat. I didn’t like her show, and based on my limited contact so far, I didn’t like her, but her success blew me away.
BECAUSE THIS SHIT MATTERS.
Bettina zoomed over in my direction, parting the crowd like a speedboat through water. She was wearing a plum-colored dress with lips to match.
Though I’d be thirty-eight in early October, I knew I’d probably never looked better.
I’d eaten nothing at the party, and I was famished now. I smeared peanut butter on a few crackers and carried my snack to the small dining table in the living room
Carter seemed like a player, the kind with a specific type of girl that he never deviated from—in his case, brunettes with big breasts. Jamie, whom I’d met when she dropped by after the show, had the kind of huge fake boobs that entered a room about two minutes before she did.
“You okay, Robin?” I glanced up. Alex was talking. He was coming down the hall with Maddy; both of them were carrying small plastic cups. “I’m fine.” I considered what Ann had warned about not letting my stress show. “It’s just been a crazy day.” “They’re serving frozen yogurt in the cafeteria,” he said, holding his cup out. “Want me to run back and grab you one?” “No, but thanks.” That had been nice. I felt too queasy to eat anything now, though. “By the way, did Tom find you?” Alex said. “He asked if I’d seen where you’d gone after the meeting.” “No, I’ll look for him now,” I said.
A few minutes later, as I hurried back to my office, Keiki called out that Maddy was on the line. I pushed the door shut and picked up. “Sorry we haven’t had a chance to talk lately,” I told her. “That’s all right,” she said. “Alex has been giving me lots of guidance.” “Good. He’s very smart, and you can learn plenty from him. On another note, I heard you talked to your mom about me.” Long pause. “I was just worried,” Maddy said. “You don’t seem like yourself lately. Like today, when we ran into you.” “There’s a lot going on that I can’t share with you, and though I appreciate your concern, I need you to be discreet. I don’t want people outside of work knowing my business, even if they are family.” Another pause. “All right,” she said, sounding disgruntled. “Maddy, as I told you before,” I said, “the stakes are high here, and you have to follow the rules.” “It’s just that I can’t seem to get anything right with you these days.” She was flipping the situation, making it seem like the trouble was my attitude rather than her mistakes. I said, “You can’t take this personally. You have to think about whether you’re up to the challenges here. It’s not for the faint of heart.”
“The shoes had made a nasty dent in my paycheck, but I wasn’t sorry I’d splurged. They were Chanel, black-textured with a peep toe and a gold zipper up the back, really more of a booty than a stiletto. And not what you’d ever call “Fuck me” shoes-there was nothing about them that would make a guy want to bed you, unless he was the type who liked a razor-sharp heel at his throat.”Finally getting around to writing some reviews for books I read earlier this year, as you can see I read this back in June. Better late than never, right?