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approached。
“You Priestly’s new girl？” he croaked through tobacco…stained lips；
never removing the mahogany…colored pipe。 I nodded。 “I’m Rich。 The
dispatcher。 You wanna car； you talka to me。 Got it； blondie？” I
nodded again and ducked into the backseat of a black Cadillac sedan。
He slammed the door shut and waved。
“Where you going； miss？” the driver asked； pulling me back to the
present。 I realized I had no idea and pulled the piece of paper from
my pocket。
First stop： Tommy Hilfiger’s studio at 355 West 57th St。； 6th Floor。
Ask for Leanne。 She’ll give you everything we need。
I gave the driver the address and stared out the window。 It was one
o’clock on a frigid winter afternoon； I was twenty…three years old；
and I was riding in the backseat of a chauffeured sedan； on my way
to Tommy Hilfiger’s studio。 And I was positively starving。 It took
nearly forty…five minutes to go the fifteen blocks during the
midtown lunch hour； my first glimpse of real city gridlock。 The
driver told me he’d circle the block until I came out again； and off
I went to Tommy’s studio。 When I asked for Leanne at the
receptionist’s desk on the sixth floor； an adorable girl not a day
older than eighteen came bounding down the stairs。
“Hi！” she called； stretching out the “I” sound for a few seconds。
“You must be Andrea； Miranda’s new assistant。 We sure do love her
around here； so wele to the team！” She grinned。 I grinned。 She
pulled a massive plastic bag out from underneath a table and
immediately spilled its contents on the floor。 “Here we have
Caroline’s favorite jeans in three colors； and we threw in some baby
T’s； too。 And Cassidy just adores Tommy’s khaki skirts—we gave them
to her in olive and stone。” Jean skirts； denim jackets； even a few
pair of socks came flying out of the bag； and all I could do was
stare： there were enough clothes to constitute four or more total
preteen wardrobes。Who the hell are Cassidy and Caroline？ I wondered；
staring at the loot。 What self…respecting person wears Tommy
Hilfiger jeans—in three different colors； no less？
I must’ve looked thoroughly confused； because Leanne quite purposely
turned her back while repacking the clothes and said； “I just know
Miranda’s daughters will love this stuff。 We’ve been dressing them
for years； and Tommy insists on picking the clothes out for them
himself。” I shot her a grateful look and threw the bag over my
shoulder。
“Good luck！” she called as the elevator doors closed； a genuine
smile taking up most of her face。 “You’re lucky to have such an
awesome job！” Before she could say it； I found myself mentally
finishing the sentence—a million girls would die for it。And for that
moment； having just seen a famous designer’s studio and in
possession of thousands of dollars worth of clothes； I thought she
was right。
Once I got the hang of things； the rest of the day flew。 I debated
for a few minutes whether anyone would be mad if I took a minute to
pick up a sandwich； but I had no choice。 I hadn’t eaten anything
since my croissant at seven this morning； and it was nearly two。 I
asked the driver to pull over at a deli and decided at the last
minute to get him one； too。 His jaw dropped when I handed him the
turkey and honey mustard； and I wondered if I had made him
unfortable。
“I just figured you were hungry； too；” I said。 “You know； driving
around all day； you probably don’t have much time for lunch。”
“Thank you； miss； I appreciate it。 It’s just that I’ve been driving
around Elias…Clark girls for twelve years； and they are not so nice。
You are very nice；” he said in a thick but indeterminate accent；
looking at me in the rearview mirror。 I smiled at him and felt a
momentary flash of foreboding。 But then the moment passed and we
each munched our turkey wraps while sitting in gridlock and
listening to his favorite CD； which sounded to me like little more
than a woman shrieking the same thing over and over in an unknown
language； the whole thing set to sitar music。
Emily’s next written instruction was to pick up a pair of white
shorts that Miranda desperately needed for tennis。 I figured we’d be
headed to Polo； but she had written Chanel。 Chanel made white tennis
shorts？ The driver took me to the private salon； where an older
saleswoman whose facelift had left her eyes looking like slits
handed me a pair of white cotton…Lycra hot pants； size zero； pinned
to a silk hanger and draped in a velvet garment bag。 I looked at the
shorts； which appeared as though they wouldn’t fit a six…year…old；
and looked back to the woman。
“Um； do you really think Miranda will wear these？” I asked
tentatively； convinced the woman could open that pit…bull mouth of
hers and consume me whole。 She glared at me。
“Well； I should hope so； miss； considering they’re custom measured
and cut； according to her exact specifications；” she snarled as she
handed the minishorts over。 “Tell her Mr。 Kopelman sends his
best。”Sure； lady。 Whoever that is。
My next stop was what Emily wrote as “way downtown；” J&R puter
World near City Hall。 Seemed it was the only store in the entire
city that sold Warriors of the West； a puter game that Miranda
wanted to purchase for Oscar and Annette de la Renta’s son； Moises。
By the time I made it downtown an hour later； I’d realized that the
Cell Phone could make long…distance calls； and I was happily dialing
my parents and telling them how great the job was。
“Um； Dad？ Hi； it’s Andy。 Guess where I am now？ Yes； of course I’m at
work； but that happens to be in the backseat of a chauffeured car
cruising around Manhattan。 I’ve already been to Tommy Hilfiger and
Chanel； and after I buy this