Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.” —Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray I WOULD never understand how someone who cherished peace and organization wound up with a career in fashion advertisement. My job was the very definition of chaos. A state of utter confusion and disorder. There had to be some odd quirk in my personality that enjoyed sorting out caustic people and difficult situations. Whether it was an editorial issue, a designer with diva aspirations, or a simple case of incompetence, I was the one generally called upon to “fix” things. While it was true I was detail oriented and efficient, I wasn’t a superhero. Thankfully, today’s visit to an upscale DC magazine’s downtown office was a social call. No one would expect me to solve any problems. I hoped. This was a quick hello before I returned to my own office at the Phillips Agency a few blocks away. It looked like my timing was perfect. A photo shoot was about to commence.
