Confessions of a Beauty Addict by Nadine Haobsh

Author:Nadine Haobsh
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2018-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

Weeks later, I have a meeting with Rania, Frances, and Megan to go over the reader numbers for our latest issue—the issue featuring the first column I wrote. It’s been four months since I started at Womanly World, and I’m getting into the groove: Megan and I take regular lunches; Vivian stops by my desk for chats; Shelly, Vicky, and Elise no longer seem to hate me, thanks to the regular beauty bounty I supply them with. Things are coming together. Even the other beauty girls seem to have forgotten my spectacular flameout from Enchanté, chatting with me—insincerely, but hey, it’s conversation—at events. The only sore point is that my relationships with James and Frances are still frosty, but I suppose you can’t win ’em all. Maybe Tristan’s laid-back come-what-may attitude is finally rubbing off on me. (It’s not the only thing. Our interactions are almost purely physical, both of us having silently realized, I think, that there’s not much of a mental connection there. I only slightly mind—stimulating banter doesn’t keep you warm at night.)

I rush over to the large conference room by the stairs, where Rania, Frances, and Megan are waiting for our meeting.

“You’re late,” Frances says primly.

I look at the clock on the wall. It reads 1:01. She’s got to be kidding.

“I’m sorry.”

“No problem,” Rania says, waving her hand in the air dismissively. “We’ve only been here for a few seconds ourselves. I’m still waiting for Lauren to come over with the beauty results from the survey.”

“How do you think we did?” I ask.

Frances looks at me sharply. “Haven’t you read them yet?”

“No…”

She presses her lips together in disapproval. “I left you a note about it on your desk last week. I put the note right next to your computer, where you should have been able to see it, assuming your desk wasn’t such a mess.”

My desk is about a million times cleaner than it used to be, but I suppose Frances, like my father, considers anything less than white-glove-worthy cleanliness to be slovenly. If Frances used e-mail like any normal person , I think darkly, maybe I wouldn’t have missed seeing a random note.

I don’t say anything. Megan looks terrified, as if it’s her fault that I missed the memo. I smile at her and give her the most imperceptible of winks.

Frances shakes her head and scribbles a few notes on the yellow legal pad she always carries around with her. I hate that thing. It drives me crazy wondering what she’s writing. Maybe: Bella is the worst employee ever? Or: I hate my job, I hate my life, I hate this magazine? Perhaps. More likely it’s something along the lines of: Bella is very forgetful and disorganized. Discuss this in her review. God, she’s so anal.

Lauren walks into the room carrying a stack of papers. “Here you go. I organized it from back to front, so the most recent issue with the beauty statistics is on top.”

“Thanks, Lauren,” Rania says, taking the stack and passing Frances, Megan, and me one copy each.

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