When we reached her floor, she got out after nodding a good bye at me. “Must work in photography.” I thought as the levator continued up to 39. When I finally reached my floor, I marched my way past the front desk, through the main office and down a corridor to my office, where my dedicated assistant was waiting for me.

　　“Ms. Williams.” She greeted. I nodded as I went into my office. She followed giving me the rundown on what had been happening since speaking to me 15 minutes ago. I nodded as she filled me in on the Vogue contract and one of our publishers Wendy Samuels. Taking...