I've found myself citing that same question in response to just about every friend who’s asked about my new job in recent weeks. "My boss is the devil," I'd then say, "except she wears Armani."
Just for the heck of it, I rewatched the DVD last week. Sure enough, minus the sample room full of couture and the Paris trip, I'm pretty much the size-six editor-turned assistant to the dragon lady.
Fortunately, I think it's safe to say I've passed my Harry Potter manuscript moment. There was no distinct mission impossible; the turn of the story was simply marked by a clear change in the devil's attitude towards me. For starters, getting my name right, saying "thank you", and all those little things that would be considered common decency. Then, to my surprise, gifts! Well, more precisely, re-gifts, but good gifts nonetheless.
In turn, she's directing her devilish ways to my colleague.
What's more discouraging than the fact that the latest scapegoat will be resigning tomorrow? That it wasn't her decision, but the dragon lady's.
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