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sighed.
    “Um, I don’t trust FedEx. Can I pick it up?”
    “Sure, we’re on Spring Street in SoHo. Open till six.” The receptionist hurried, as several phone lines rang in the background. “Will that be all?”
    “Yup, I’ll be right there.”
    Massie jumped off the chair and pulled the blue foam wedges out from between her toes. “Rita, I gotta find Isaac. I have a meeting in Manhattan. Can you come back tonight after dinner and finish up?”
    Rita rubbed her tired eyes. “How about tomorrow?”
    “I can’t tomorrow. I have a jobby!” She beamed, and then waddled away on her heels. “See you at seven!”
CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION
IN
OUT
Teen Vogue
Horse & Rider
Be Pretty Cosmetics   
Be an employee at the beach club
Purple streak
Blue ribbon
    THE BLOCKS’ SOUTHAMPTON ESTATE
    DRIVEWAY
    Monday, June 15
6:19 P.M.
    Traffic was bumper-to-bumper all the way into the city. But after the five-hour round-trip, Massie and Isaac were back in Southampton, with a huge royal purple glitter–covered crate packed with beauty products, motivational CDs, and sales tips.
    “What do you think?” Massie jumped out of the car and hurried across the gravel to the back of the silver Range Rover. She held a purple metallic BE PRETTY bumper sticker against the rear window, sliding it left. “Here?” she asked. Then right. “Or here?”
    Isaac folded his arms across his chest. “Are you sure your mother will approve of this?”
    “Puh-lease.” She smoothed the sticker into place above the left taillight. “This whole job thing was
her
idea, remember?”
    “It’s crooked.” Isaac sighed.
    “And
please
unfold your arms. Otherwise no one can see your T-shirt.”
    He dropped his hands to his sides, revealing a purple muscle T-shirt with BE STRONG scrawled across the chest in gold glitter script. “That was the whole idea.”
    Massie wielded a spray tube of Be Glitzy like an eager Saks perfume girl and misted gold sparkles all over the Range Rover. She stepped back to admire her work.
    The silver SUV sparkled under the setting evening sun. It reminded Massie of Brownie and his game-day glitter. If it hadn’t been for the bounty of new beauty products waiting to be unwrapped, she would have teared up at the memory.
    “What have you done to
Rover
?” Kendra called from the gleaming white doorway, her hands on the waist of her cream-colored slacks.
    “Mom.” Massie pushed back the bell sleeves of her colorful knit Missoni wrap dress. “I’m a Be Pretty Cosmetics girl now. And all of this is part of the job—a job
you
wanted me to get, remember?” She pulled the heavy crate out of the car, hurried toward her mother, and dropped it by her fresh pedicure.
    Massie sat down cross-legged in the foyer, removed her leopard-print Manolo slides, and used one kitten heel to pry open the wood flap. “You’re nawt going to believe what’s inside,” she said, tossing handfuls of gold packing peanuts over her shoulder onto the black-and-white checkerboard floor.
    “Inez!” Kendra shouted.
    The Blocks’ longtime housekeeper burst through the swinging kitchen door clutching a trash bag. She dropped to her bare knees and began scooping up the mess.
    “Do you know how to use all of this?” Kendra tapped an acrylic fingernail against her ultra-white teeth.
    “Given.” Massie rolled her eyes. “I watched the instructional DVD on the ride home. But it was mostly about the company’s philosophy.”
    “Which is . . .” Kendra lifted an opalescent glass jar of Be Young wrinkle filler and scanned the directions.
    “Just a bunch of stuff about
real
beauty being on the inside and how makeup should enhance what we were born with, not try to cover it up.” Massie clipped the purple satin brush holster around her hips and admired her new professional self in the round hallway mirror.
    Really, she was everything a Be Pretty Cosmetics high seller should be: stylish, sophisticated, and ready to make over the world, one brassy