I fixed a drink from the mini bar and settled in by the window, staring down at Central Park. I’d hated hotel rooms for years. I’d had to travel a lot in my twenties, helping to expand the Lefray family companies to the global scale they now enjoyed. At thirty-one, all I wanted was to be back home in Boston in the bed I’d picked out and far, far away from the realities I now faced.
The week before, my baby sister had finally entered herself into a rehab facility after years of trying to fight her addictions alone. It was a bold move, one that the media were already suspicious of, but if she had any desire to see her thirtieth birthday, it was the only option she had. I’d promised her I would step in and keep the ship on course for the time being. She had detailed plans to overhaul the entire place, to get rid of the toxic employees and the clock-punching deadbeats while she had the strength to do it. That was where I came in. Unfortunately, that meant I was in New York, holed up in the penthouse suite of some hotel, alone and tired. I loved the power and responsibility, but I resented the monotony of corporate politics. It reminded me too much of my family.
My father died young in a car crash, and neither my sister nor I trusted my mother with the responsibilities of running Lorena’s company, which conveniently left everything on my shoulders.
I took a sip of my drink and mulled over the list of people I still knew in the city other than my family.
There was Dean, an old college buddy who’d settled down in New York after school, but I couldn’t call him at midnight just to announce that I was back in the city for the foreseeable future. I made a mental note to give him a call the next day just as my computer dinged with an incoming email.
I turned toward my desk and contemplated waking it up. Opening my laptop at midnight was a slippery slope—as with any workaholic—but I was far past the point of pretending I had any work-life balance. Answering emails helped me put my world in order, and if anything, I’d sleep easier knowing I had everything prepared to begin work the following morning.
I pulled out the chair from behind the hotel desk and took a seat. I had twenty-two unopened emails, most of which were filled with resumes and cover letters pertaining to the executive assistant position I’d posted around the web earlier that day. I’d posted on the Columbia and NYU alumni pages and I knew I’d have a number of applicants more than interested in the job.
An image of Josephine flitted through my mind. I’d promised her that all the applicants would be judged fairly, but the memory of how she’d looked in that red dress would be impossible to forget. Even still, I knew how to conduct a professional interview. Just because she was beautiful didn’t mean she was the person most suited for the job. If anything, it’d make my life a lot easier if she wasn’t a qualified applicant.
Curiosity won out.
I scrolled down the list of emails until I found one sent from [email protected] She’d sent her resume about an hour after I’d first posted about the job.
I scanned her resume, attempting to stay as impartial as possible. She’d done her undergrad at a small fashion school in Texas with a focus on fashion marketing and branding. She’d interned for a few local fashion brands while in school and had started a blog a few years before blogging had really caught on everywhere. I clicked the link to her site and smiled at the name. What Jo Wore was a simple website. It was user-friendly with a clean layout and professional graphics.
My interest was piqued as I scrolled down and realized her last post had been about the gala.
What Jo Wore
Post #1248: You’ll never get anywhere by staying in your comfort zone.
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Tonight, ladies and lads, I will be attending the New York Fashion Gala. That’s right, little ol’ Josephine Keller from way down yonder in Texas (that’s the wild wild West for those of you who’ve never ventured past Fifth Avenue) will be rubbing elbows with New York’s elite. I rented a gown from renttherunway.com. I highly recommend using this site if you’re someone like me and have designer tastes on a beggar’s budget.
I promise to give you all the juicy details about the event as soon as I wake up tomorrow, but in the meantime, here are the top three trends I’m seeing around New York as of late:
Chunky overalls. I’m serious, people. Moms everywhere are pairing them with white converse and Berkin Bags. I’ve linked a few pairs below. BEWARE: as with all ‘kitschy’ trends, this can go south, fast. Be sure you aren’t pairing your overalls with any of the following: chunky tennis shoes, baggy t-shirts, or—god forbid—a fanny pack.
Bright lip stains. (I’m wearing this red shade tonight. It’s a little bold, but I want to stand out.)
Big, loud statement necklaces. Pair ’em with a jersey dress or layer them over a J. Crew tee. These necklaces will be trending for multiple seasons, I guarantee it.
All right, I have to go get ready for the gala! I’m already nervous, but I’m going to think back to the title of this blog post every time I feel like giving up: you’ll never get anywhere by staying in your comfort zone!!!
Until tomorrow,
XOJO
I was impressed enough by her wit to browse through a few more pages of her archived posts. Her writing was approachable and real. Most of the women who worked in New York fashion would never admit to thrift shopping, but Josephine had a freshness about her that her readers seemed to appreciate and connect with.
After scrolling through a few pages, I clicked back to my email and attempted to run through a few more resumes. There were plenty of well-qualified applicants, lots of graduates from Parsons and FIT. There were applicants who had interned with Tommy Hilfiger and other top brands, but as I finished off my drink, I was still thinking of Josephine. She had hardly half the work experience of some of the other applicants, but I found myself already imagining her in the position. She and I could work well together. She’d make me laugh. Wasn’t that important? And sure, maybe I was also craving another glimpse of those lips. Every man has his weakness.