can　make　someone　else　call　me　back。　Thanks；　l…l…love。”　Click。
  I　hung　up　the　phone；　dumbfounded；　and　started　to　laugh。　Emily　looked
  up　from　one　of　Miranda’s　expense　reports　and　asked　who　it　was。　When
  I　told　her　it　was　Judith；　she　rolled　her　eyes　so　deeply　they　almost
  didn’t　resurface　and　whined；　“She’s　such　a　supreme　bitch。　I　have；
  like；　no　idea　how　Miranda　even　speaks　to　her。　She　won’t　take　her
  calls；　though；　so　you　don’t　even　have　to　tell　her　she’s　on　the
  phone。　Just　put　her　on　the　Bulletin　and　Miranda　will　have　someone
  else　call　her　back。”　It　seems　Judith　understood　the　inner　workings
  of　our　office　better　than　I。
  I　double…clicked　on　the　icon　on　my　sleek　turquoise　iMac　called
  “Bulletin”　and　glanced　over　its　contents　so　far。　The　Bulletin　was
  thepièce　de　résistance　of　Miranda　Priestly’s　office　and；　as　far　as　I
  could　see；　her　sole　reason　for　living。　Developed　many　years　before
  by　some　high…strung；　pulsive　assistant；　the　Bulletin　was　simply　a
  Word　document　that　lived　in　a　shared　folder　both　Emily　and　I　could
  access。　Only　one　of　us　could　open　it　at　a　time　and　add　a　new
  message；　thought；　or　question　to　the　itemized　list。　Then　we’d　print
  out　the　updated　version　and　place　it　on　the　clipboard　that　sat　on
  the　shelf　over　my　desk；　removing　the　old　ones　as　we　went。　Miranda
  would　examine　it　every　few　minutes　throughout　the　day　as　Emily　and　I
  struggled　to　type；　print；　and　clip　as　quickly　as　the　calls　came　in。
  Often　we’d　hiss　at　each　other　to　close　the　Bulletin　so　the　other
  could　access　it　and　write　a　message。　We’d　print　to　our　separate
  printers　simultaneously　and　dive　for　the　clipboard；　not　knowing
  whose　was　the　most　recent　until　we　were　face　to　face。
  “Judith’s　the　latest　message　on　mine；”　I　said；　exhausted　from　the
  pressure　of　trying　to　finish　it　before　Miranda　entered　the　suite。
  Eduardo　had　called　from　the　security　desk　downstairs　to　warn　us　that
  she　was　on　her　way　upstairs。　We　hadn’t　gotten　a　call　from　Sophy　yet；
  but　we　knew　it’d　be　only　seconds。
  “I　have　the　concierge　from　the　Ritz　Paris　after　Judith；”　Emily
  near…shouted；　triumphantly；　while　clipping　her　sheet　to　the　Lucite
  clipboard。　I　took　my　four…second　outdated　Bulletin　back　to　the　desk
  and　glanced　over　it。　Dashes　in　phone　numbers　were　not　permissible；
  only　periods。　There　were　to　be　no　colons　in　the　time；　only　periods。
  Times　must　be　rounded　up　or　down　to　the　nearest　quarter…hour。
  Call…back　phone　numbers　always　got　their　own　lines　to　make　them
  easier　to　distinguish。　A　time　listed　indicated　that　someone　had
  called　in。　The　word　“note”　was　something　that　Emily　or　I　had　to　tell
  her　（since　addressing　her　without　being　first　addressed　was　out　of
  the　question；　all　relevant　info　went　on　the　Bulletin）。　“Reminder”
  was　something　Miranda　had　most　likely　left　on　one　of　our　voice　mails
  sometime　between　one　and　fiveA　。M。　the　previous　night；　knowing　that
  once　it　was　recorded　for　us；　it　was　as　good　as　done。　We　were　to
  refer　to　ourselves　in　the　third　person—if　it　was　absolutely　crucial
  for　us　to　refer　to　ourselves　at　all。
  She　often　asked　us　to　find　out　exactly　when　and　at　what　number　a
  particular　person　would　be　available　to　speak。　In　this　case　it　was　a
  tossup　whether　the　fruits　of　our　investigation　would　go　under　“note”
  or　“reminder。”　I　remember　once　thinking　that　the　Bulletin　read　like
  a　who’s　who　in　the　Prada　crowd；　but　the　names　of　the　superbigmoney；
  the　superhighfashion；　and　the　generally　superimpressive　had　ceased
  to　register　as　“special”　on　my　desensitized　brain。　In　my　newRunway
  reality；　the　White　House　social　secretary　held　little　more　interest
  than　the　vet　who　needed　to　speak　to　her　about　the　puppy’s
  vaccinations　（fat　chance　of　him　getting　a　call　back！）。
  Thursday；　April　8
  7。30：　Simone　called　from　the　Paris　office。　She　figured　out　dates
  with　Mr。　Testino　for　the　Rio　shoot　and　also　confirmed　with　Giselle’s
  agent；　but　she　still　needs　to　discuss　the　fashion　with　you。　Please
  call　her。
  011。33。1。55。91。30。65
  8。15：　Mr。　Tomlinson　called。　He　is　on　cell。　Please　call　him。
  Note：　Andrea　spoke　with　Bruce。　He　said　that　the　large　mirror　in　your
  foyer　has　a　piece　of　decorative　plaster　missing　from　the　upper
  left…hand　corner。　He　located　an　identical　mirror　at　an　antique　shop
  in　Bordeaux。　Would　you　like　him　to　order　it？
  8。30：　Jonathan　Cole　called。　He　is　leaving　for　Melbourne　on　Saturday
  and　would　like　to　clarify　the　assignment　before　he　leaves。　Please
  call　him。
  555。7700
  Reminder：　To　call　Karl　Lagerfeld　about　the　Model　of　the　Year　party。
  He　will　be　reachable　at　his　Home　in　Biarritz　this　evening　from
  8。00–8。30P　。M。　his　time。
  011。33。1。55。22。06。78：　Home
  011。33。1。55。22。58。29：　Home　studio
  011。33。1。55。22。92。64：　driver
  011。33。1。55。66。76。33：　assistant’s　number　in　Paris；　in　case　you
  cannot　find　him
  9。00：　Natalie　from　Glorious　Foods　called　to　see　whether　you’d　prefer
  that　the　Vacherin　be　filled　with　mixed　berries　praline　or　warm
  rhubarb　pote。　Please　call　her。
  555。9887
  9。00：　Ingrid　Sischy　called　to　congratulate　you　on　the　April　issue。
  Says　the　cover　is　“spectacular；　as　always”　and　wants　toknow　who
  styled　the　front…of…book　beauty　shoot。　Please　call　her。
  555。6246：　office
  555。8833：　Home
  Note：　Miho　Kosudo　called　to　apologize　for　being　unable　to　deliver
  Damien　Hirst’s　flower　arrangement。　They　said　to　be　sure　to　tell　you
  that　they　waited　outside　his　building　for　four　hours；　but　since　he
  doesn’t　have　a　doorman；　they　had　to　leave。　They　will　try　again
  tomorrow。
  9。15：　Mr。　Samuels　called。　He　will　be　unreachable　until　after　lunch；
  but　wants　to　remind　you　of　parent…teacher　conferences　tonight　at
  Horace　Mann。　He　would　like　to　discuss　Caroline’s　history　project
  with　you　before　hand。　Please　call　him　after　2。00P　。M。　but　before
  4。00P　。M。
  555。5932
  9。15：　Mr。　Tomlinson　called　again。　He　asked　Andrea　to　make
  reservations　for　dinner　tonight　after　parent…teacher　conferences。
  Please　call　him。　He　is　on　cell。
  Note：　Andrea　made　reservations　for　you　and　Mr。　Tomlinson　tonight　at
  8。00P　。M。　at　La　Caravelle。　Rita　Jammet　said　she　is　looking　forward
  to　seeing　you　again；　and　she’s　delighted　you　chose　her　restaurant。
  9。30：　Donatella　Versace　called。　She　said　everything’s　confirmed　for
  your　visit。　Will　you　be　needing　any　staff　besides　a　driver；　a　chef；
  a　trainer；　a　hair　and　makeup　person；　a　personal　assistant；　three
  maids；　and　a　yacht　captain？　If　so；　please　let　her　know　before　she
  leaves　for　Milan。　She　will　also　provide　Cell　Phones；　but　won’t　be
  able　to　join　you　as　she’ll　be　preparing　for　the　shows。
  011。3901。55。27。55。61
  9。45：　Judith　Mason　called。　Please　call　her　back。
  555。6834
  I　crumpled　the　sheet　and　tossed　it　in　the　basket　under　my　desk；
  where　it　immediately　soaked　up　the　leftover　grease　from　Miranda’s
  third　morning　breakfast　that　I’d　already　thrown　out。　So　far；　a
  relatively　normal　day　as　far　as　the　Bulletin　was　concerned。　I　was
  just　about　to　click　“inbox”　on　my　Hotmail　account　to　see　if　anyone
  had　e…mailed　yet　when　she　cruised　into　the　office。　Damn　that　Sophy！
  She’d　forgotten　the　warning　call　again。
  “I　expect　the　Bulletin　is　updated；”　she　said　icily　without　making
  eye　contact　or　otherwise　acknowledging　our　presence。
  “It　is；　Miranda；”　I　replied；　holding　it　up　to　her　so　she　needn’t　so
  much　as　reach　for　it。Three　words　and　counting；　I　thought　to　myself；
  predicting—and　praying—it　wouldn’t　be　more　than　a　seventy…five…word
  day　on　my　part。　She　removed　her　waist…length　mink；　so　plush　I　had　to
  restrain　myself　from　burying　my　face　into　it　right　there；　and　tossed
  it　onto　my　desk。　As　I　went　to　hang　that　magnificent　dead　animal　in
  the　closet；　trying　to　rub　it　discreetly　against　my　cheek；　I　felt　a
  quick　shock　of　cold　and　wet：　there　were　tiny　bits　of　still…frozen
  sleet　stuck　to　the　fur。　How　fabulously　apropos。
  Pulling　the　lid　from　a　lukewarm　latte；　I　carefully　arranged　today’s
  greasy　pile　of　bacon；　sausage；　and　cheese…filled　pastry　on　a　filthy
  plate。　I　tiptoed　into　her　office　and　carefully　placed　everything
  unobtrusively　on　a　corner　of　her　desk。　She　was　concentrating　on
  writing　a　note　on　her　ecru　Dempsey　and　Carroll　stationery　and　spoke
  so　softly　I　almost　didn’t　hear。
  “Ahn…dre…ah；　I　need　to　discuss　the　engagement　party　with　you。　Get　a
  notebook。”
  I　nodded；　simultaneously　realizing　that　nodding　doesn’t　count　as　a
  word。　This　engagement　party　had　already　bee　the　bane　of　my
  existence　and　it　was　still　more　than　a　month　away；　but　since　Miranda
  was　leaving　for　the　European　shows　soon　and　would　be　gone　for　two
  weeks；　planning　this　party　ha