XOXO I Love You
by Julie Capulet
Chapter One
~ Lexi ~
I step into the elevator. And I do my best to ignore how seriously unlikely it is that I’ll actually get the job I’m about to interview for.
I have zero experience, since I only graduated about a month ago. My English degree from Stanford will (hopefully) help, and I graduated (sort of) near the top of my class. But this is Downtown, the “It” magazine of the decade. It isn’t just a magazine, but a scene, with its own fashion label, lifestyle website, pop culture news blog and even a film production company.
My roommate came across the ad for CEO’s assistant online only a few days ago. Given the glam factor, it almost seemed strange to stumble across it in a place like that. I would have expected Downtown to recruit from more exotic locations…like in Silicon Valley garages or on French Riviera yachts.
Anyway, I’d applied, and by some miracle, I actually managed to get an interview. I knew every wannabe in California would be dying to get their résumés seen. Not because we have a lifelong dream to be a CEO’s assistant, not at all. But because an underling job like this one might lead to other opportunities within the company—and it’s a company every graduate on the planet would sell their teeth to work for. You knew that if you ended up working there, you’d not only rub shoulders with the rich and famous, but also maybe even become one of them. They were known for hiring young, hot, über-talented geniuses. Which kind of makes me wonder what I’m doing here, but I’ve decided to just go with it.
As much as I’d like to think I have half a chance, I also know it’s definitely a long shot. The email informed me that I’d be meeting with an interview panel. I can picture it now: ten ultra-trendy, over-confident hipsters and one…me.
I take a deep breath.
At least I look the part. As I check out my look in the reflection of the mirrored elevator walls, I can’t help but notice that my new makeover has definitely done wonders.
As soon as I arrived in L.A., my roommate Tess dragged me along on a two-day shopping spree and pampering frenzy. Tess runs a make-up and fashion blog that has around fifty thousand followers, so I figured I should probably take her advice. Now, I have a stylish new haircut. I’ve been massaged, waxed (and I mean everything), glossed and groomed to within an inch of my life.
New city, new priorities, according to Tess. You’re no longer a student, you’re a hot young urban professional living the dream in the City of Angels. I’d argued that I wasn’t a professional until I actually landed a job, but she laughed that detail off as a technicality. Looking like you do, it’s only a matter of time. Employers love hot, and you, my sweet Lexi, are the total package.
We’re about to find out if she’s right about any of the above.
I try to let Tess’s enthusiasm rub off on me as I stare at my reflection. My long blond hair falls in sleek waves. Highlights of platinum catch the light. Those colorists really know their stuff. My eyelashes have been lengthened by some carefully-applied mascara, also by Tess. A light green silk wrap dress with a short, flouncy skirt hugs my curves and emphasizes the green of my eyes. I wondered if the dress was too fitted and the skirt too short for a job interview, but Tess ordered me to get real. This is Downtown, honey, she'd said. They work in bikinis half the time. Which is true, apparently. She showed me an article about it. Their offices are cutting-edge, modern, ultra-hip and even have pools, swim-up cocktail bars, loungers and tread mill work desks.
To-die-for heeled Miu Miu sandals with feather detailing complete my outfit. The shoes cost a fortune even at seventy percent off, but Tess said I really need to up my fashion game if I want to be taken seriously. I begrudgingly admitted she’s right. My wardrobe consists mostly of sweatshirts and jeans—the more comfortable the better, since I’ve spent the last four years studying 24/7, not to mention the years before that, which were much worse.
Tess also pointed out that my scary new credit card bill will spur my motivation to get earning as quickly as possible. I didn’t bother telling her I have that motivation anyway, cringing every time I think of my gargantuan student loan.
Anyway, look out, Downtown, here I come ...
