Katy said she loved it, but Katy could be far-out, too.Ī touch of panic hit Jessica as she rolled up the new Revlon invitation layout, rubber-banded it, and stuck it in the corner of her fake-fur laptop case (made specially for her), which was jammed full with papers already. She had her first Revlon presentation today. Right now was no time to worry about that. Perfect.īesides her anxiety about the possible tell-all, Jessica worried that whatever magic genius she seemed to have would one day vanish into the same place it came from-nowhere. Well, it was no worse than most of the cure-all creams out there. She made it the center of the promotion and threw a fabulous Marie Antoinette–themed, seaweed-masked ball that everyone had just loved. It all started with a face mask she found made out of seaweed. She did a whole big splash costume party in L.A., and every local magazine and newspaper covered it. Like the first campaign she did for Almay. Ideas just popped up naturally, practically jumping out of her head.Īnd the weird thing was, she was usually right. Right from her first week there-actually, from her first day-Jessica knew the job was made for her. Fowler had hit on at the right time and place and that in the last five years had exploded onto the national consciousness. Originally based in Sweet Valley, but now with offices in Chicago and New York, as well, the company specialized in introducing new green cosmetics for the popular market. It was a green marketing and promotion company owned by George Fowler, her best friend Lila’s father. In three years, from part-time assistant to nobody, Jessica had become a vice president of the My Face Is Green marketing company, now renamed. Everyone, all the big shots, was waiting in the meeting room for the Jessica Show. They’d just started a new line of green cosmetics, and she’d been tapped to do the big intro gala. The meeting today was for her to present her latest project. What she didn’t know was how much Jessica worried that if ever Katy left, she’d write a tell-all book about her, and everyone would know that half the time the Queen of Green was scared shitless and had no clue what she was actually doing. Six-foot-tall Katy, who claimed Watusi somewhere in her background, came closer than anyone else to knowing how vulnerable Jessica really was. Jessica was convinced that she would drown under everything if it weren’t for Katy. Did you forget you’re the resident genius?” “No way,” Katy said, stepping into her boss’s office. It showed up brilliantly against her deep brown skin. Katy was wearing one of the new red lipsticks Revlon was introducing. “They’re ready for you,” Katy Johnson, Jessica Wakefield’s assistant/savior, said as she peeked into Jessica’s double-windowed corner office, iPad in hand.
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