“Having fun?’ Zora asked.
“I feel like someone who’s left the ministry and joined the
circus,” Kate said. “But thanks for asking.”
Zora studied Kate for a moment. “Hey, I like your spunk, Kate.
How’d you like to appear on my show as a fellow fashionista—but one with a
fresh eye?”
Kate hesitated. Fashionista?
She’d been a fashion writer for all of one day. But she knew that when she was
wired on a subject, her mouth had no trouble sounding off, and she was
beginning to feel wired on the subject of fashion.
She turned to Zora. “Awesome—I’d love it. Maybe when I get back to
New York we can agree on a date. I’ll have to check my schedule and clear it
with my editor.”
Zora grinned—fiendishly. “How about tomorrow at ten,” she said.
“We’re doing a remote from one of the Canal-Plus studios. Cam will know which one.
And wear that cute little number that’s lighting you up so brightly.”
“Jesus, Zora—show some
mercy. I just arrived in this crazy
business. Your loyal fan base will think I’m from the Ice Age.”
“Just stop worrying and be there, Kate.”
The two women exchanged smiles. When it came to making decisions
neither liked beating around the bush. They were both professionals.
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