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"So I get the call the day HG closed, would I go and see Anna, and I said sure, of course?and they were like, ‘Today, right now.’ And that’s how I learned how Vogue operates—I was like, ‘Can I do it tomorrow? I have to get my outfit together!’ And HR was like, ‘No, she’s ready for you now, right now.’ So I toddled up there in my little Agnes B. t-shirt and my brand new Chanel ballet slippers that cost, like, a week’s salary. The day started by being called into a conference room with all my colleagues, with Mr. Newhouse, telling us they’re closing the magazine. And I’m wearing my new Chanel ballet slippers straight out of the box, and I’m thinking, ‘I need to return these, I don’t have a paycheck!’ And then I met with Anna." [Into the Gloss]