7. Redesigning Myself
A young woman briskly walks in.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she says in a slight accent. She has chestnut brown hair that flows down her back in an effortless wave. Her eyes sparkle and she has the perfect tan, one that doesn't look like she's recovering from a third degree burn. She extends her hand towards me, "I'm Estelle Walker and I'll be your spokeswoman."
I force a small smile and lightly shake her hand. So she knows I'm not on board with this whole thing. The second she thinks that she's a help to me is the second I loose the battle. Bolling and Handler smile at one another, probably just using her as some eye candy. Estelle is not dressed professionally at all. Her dress is miles above the knee and she has a plunging neckline. Honey, this isn't a club, this may be the difference between life and death for me and you're treating it like a social event.
"So Miss McCarthy, I've heard a lot about you," she says in a dumb girl / nasal voice. I nod my head, well duh. It's all over the news and you're kind of working for me. I'd be shocked if you hadn't heard about me. She continues, "The press is getting uneasy since you haven't made any comments about the case. Therefore you come off as slightly untrustworthy."
I shoot a glance at Handler, "Well duh, I'm not allowed to say anything. It's not my fault."
Estelle starts pacing the floor and shrugs, "That very well may be but the public needs to know your emotions. Not necessarily your real ones, just any ones that will gain their sympathy."
I roll my eyes. She sits down, takes out a Tory Burch notebook that I'm even jealous of and jots down some notes.
"What are some of your accomplishments?"
"Well, I've worked at Fox News for the last four years..."
"Wrong!" Estelle interrupts, "You're bringing politics into the conflict. You need to appeal to both parties, not just one. We will say that you worked with homeless children."
She doesn't even wait for a response and writes it down. I try to be as pleasant as possible, "Is there anything I can get for you Ms. Walker?"
I clench my teeth into a smile to hide my bitterness. She shakes her head, reaches into her tote bag and pulls out a water bottle. So much for that. Bolling holds back a laugh and I shoot him a look. He sits up straight and goes silent.
"What kind of a student are you Miss McCarthy?"
"Not to brag, but I'm a very good student. I have straight A's and I'm likely to get into some of the top universities."
Estelle purses her lips together, thinking of her response, "Can you be a B+ student? You want to be relatable to."
I sigh and just wave her off. She's molding me into a girl that I'm just not. But it's worth it if it means gaining public support. Public support is half the battle, yet most strategists don't realize / take into consideration that fact. Now as of today I'm a B+ student that works with homeless children. Just great. I know I'm going to fuck this up.