When Life Gives You Lululemons by Lauren Weisberger Read Free Book Online

impression. And this isn’t something that can wait. I’ve already seen the pictures on Radar Online. Has he?”
    â€œI know, I totally agree with you. Let me talk to him after he cools down, and I’ll call you. You’ll be local?”
    Emily nodded, although she hadn’t given one moment’s thought as to where she was headed next. She’d come directly from JFK with her suitcase, figuring she’d be working out of Rizzo’s apartment for the rest of the day and night, at which point she’d check in to a hotel. But now? With no confirmed job?
    Helene walked her to the foyer, and the maid appeared with Emily’s rolling suitcase. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I’ll call you within the hour, okay?”
    But Emily’s phone rang before the elevator reached the lobby. “That was fast.”
    â€œI’m really sorry, Emily, but I wanted to tell you right away. He wants to . . . go in a different direction.”
    â€œA different direction? What, is he planning to join the KKK? Because even I would have a hard time smoothing that one over.”
    Helene didn’t laugh. “I told him you were the absolute best, but he wants to go with Olivia Belle. Apparently she called him this morning and he liked what she had to say. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. We’ll of course cover your flight and time, just invoice me.”
    â€œAre you serious?” Emily asked, not able to help herself.
    â€œI think he’s making a mistake, and I told him as much. But if he listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
    â€œNo, I get it,” Emily said, even though she didn’t. She mumbled something about talking later and hung up as soon as she could. Thankfully, the lobby furniture was both welcoming and empty, because she sank into an armchair without even looking.
    Olivia Belle? If that was even her real name. Was he fucking kidding? She was a child . Granted, one with an Instagram following of more than two million people, compared to Emily’s twenty thousand. But still. Instagram didn’t fix crises. Followers didn’t manage mega-celebrities. Tweeting was not a sufficient solution to a catastrophe.
    Still, this was the third big job she’d lost to that bitch. Olivia Belle was twenty-six and gorgeous and popping up at every worthwhile party and event on both coasts. She was loud. And all over every social-media platform. And moving in on Emily’s clients as if she owned the industry.
    Emily started dialing Kyle before she remembered it was New Year’s Day. She could call Miles, she supposed, but he was probably working out or hanging with friends. Instead she pushed “Miriam” on her favorites list and laughed, as she always did, when a picture of her friend grinning in the dorkiest way popped up on her screen.
    â€œHi!” Miriam said. Kids were yelling in the background. “Isn’t it early for you to be awake? What, like noon?”
    â€œI’m in New York, actually. I hate that you left the city. Why didn’t you think about me for one second when you made this asinine decision to be a suburban housewife?”
    â€œAw, sweetie. I miss you too!”
    â€œI’m serious. I’m here, what? Like, twice a month? And you just left.”
    Miriam laughed. “I’m thirty minutes away, Em. There are trains that come here, like, every five seconds. How long are you staying? I’ll come meet you tomorrow as soon as the kids are back in school.”
    â€œI don’t know. I just got fired by Rizzo Benz. Or not ever even hired, I’m not sure which. Olivia Belle is ruining my life.”
    â€œShe’s a child. She doesn’t have anything on you. And Rizzo Benz is an idiot for thinking she does.”
    â€œThree jobs now. And that’s not even counting the other two I lost to her last year. Whatever,” Emily said, glaring back at the