The summer after college, I worked briefly as a shoe model.
By briefly, I mean that I was fired after one day.
I had to crawl over them when I wanted to lie down, which was most of the time.
I sat in a sun-soaked conference room with a conqueror’s view of the city.
Across the table was another, better candidate for the job, a woman with gold-lidded eyes and mouth ajar.
Locations:
Manhattan