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At the age of 79, Hugo has long been an icon of glamour and elegance.
Ms. Cameron passed away last year from breast cancer soon after turning 41.
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By 1955, she had made her way to Hollywood, gone blond, and been rechristened Evelyn Hugo.
Almost overnight, Hugo became a member of the Hollywood elite.
Now widowed from her seventh husband, Hugo resides in Manhattan.
This auction is expected to raise upward of $2 million.
Can you come into my office?
I point to myself.
Do you mean me?
Frankie has very little patience.
Yes, Monique, you.
Thats why I said, Monique, can you come into my office?
Sorry, I just heard the last part.
I grab my notepad and follow her.
There is something very striking about Frankie.
She was part of the reason I took this job.
And if Im being honest, there is something very inspiring about having a black woman running things.
I calmly sit and cross my legs.
I let Frankie talk first.
So, puzzling turn of events, she says, looking at her computer.
Evelyn Hugos people are inquiring about a feature.
My gut instinct is to sayHoly shitbut alsoWhy are you telling me this?About what in particular?
My guess is its related to the gown auction shes doing, Frankie says.
But they wont confirm that?
Frankie shakes her head.
All they will confirm is that Evelyn has something to say.
Evelyn Hugo is one of the biggest movie stars of all time.
She doesnt even have tohavesomething to say for people to listen.
This could be a big cover for us, right?
I mean, shes a living legend.
Wasnt she married eight times or something?
Seven, Frankie says.
This has huge potential.
Which is why I hope youll bear with me through the next part of this.
What do you mean?
But then she says, Evelyn specifically requested you.
I need to work on my confidence.
Suffice it to say, its taken a beating recently.
Although why pretend it was ever really soaring?
To be honest, that was my reaction, too, Frankie says.
NowIllbe honest, Im a little offended.
Although, obviously, I can see where shes coming from.
Ive been atVivantfor less than a year, mostly doing puff pieces.
I wrote mainly for the Modern Life section, covering trending topics and opinion pieces.
After years of freelancing, theDiscoursegig was a lifesaver.
But whenVivantoffered me a job, I couldnt help myself.
I jumped at the chance to join an institution, to work among legends.
It felt surreal to be a part of theVivantworld.
I have always wanted to see my name on its glossy pages.
So, simply put, Im not exactly impressed with myself.
Look, its not that we dont love you, we do, Frankie says.
We sent five big names, and they came back with this.
I look back up at Frankie, stunned.
And to be honest, a little bit starstruck that Evelyn Hugo wants anything to do with me.
Is that whats going on here?
Frankie asks me as she turns the computer back toward her side of the desk.
No, I say, surprised even to be asked the question.
Ive seen a few of her movies, but shes a little before my time.
You have no personal connection to her?
I shake my head.
Arent you from Los Angeles?
He was a still photographer for movie sets.
I can ask my mom.
Frankie looks at me expectantly.
Did you want me to ask now?
She seems to recognize the invasion and leans back.
My mother texts:Maybe?
There were so many its hard to keep track.
Think Dad would have known her?
Mom answers:Ha!
Your father never hung out with anybody famous on set.
No matter how hard I tried to get him to make us some celebrity friends.
It looks like no.
No connection to Evelyn Hugo.
I love having it here, but I think youd love it more.
Ill send it this week.
You think theyre preying on the weak, I say to Frankie.
Thats what I fear.
And youre telling me this because .
Frankie considers her words.
Because I dont think that you might be bullied around.
I think they are underestimating you.
And I want this cover.
I want it to make headlines.
What are you saying?
I ask, and I shift slightly in my chair.
Frankie claps her hands in front of her and rests them on the desk, leaning toward me.
Im asking you if you have the guts to go toe-to-toe with Evelyn Hugo.
Do I have the guts to go toe-to-toe with Evelyn Hugo?
I have no idea.
Yes, I say finally.
I want this opportunity.
I want to write this story.
Im sick of being the lowest one on the totem pole.
And I need a win, goddammit.
Frankie nods, considering.
Better, but Im still not convinced.
Im thirty-five years old.
Ive been a writer for more than a decade.
I want a book deal one day.
I want to pick my stories.
I want to eventually be the name people scramble to get when someone like Evelyn Hugo calls.
Someone has to get out of my way.
And it needs to happen quickly, because this goddamn career is all I have anymore.
If I want things to change, I have to change how I do things.
Evelyn wants me, I say.
It doesnt sound like I need to convince you, Frankie.
It sounds like you better convinceme.
Frankie is dead quiet, staring right at me over her steepled fingers.
I was aiming for formidable.
I might have overshot.
I feel the same way I did when I tried weight training and started with the forty-pound weights.
Too much too soon makes it obvious you dont know what youre doing.
It takes everything I have not to take it back, not to apologize profusely.
My mother raised me to be polite, to be demure.
I have long operated under the idea that civility is subservience.
But it hasnt gotten me very far, that pop in of kindness.
The world respects people who think they should be running it.
Ive never understood that, but Im done fighting it.
Im here to be Frankie one day, maybe bigger than Frankie.
To do big, important work that I am proud of.
To leave a mark.
And Im nowhere near doing that yet.
But Frankie cracks first.
OK, she says, and puts out her hand as she stands up.
Shock and searing pride run through me as I extend my own.
I verify my handshake is strong; Frankies is a vise.
Ace this, Monique.
For us and for yourself, c’mon.
We break away from each other as I walk toward her door.
She might have read your physician-assisted suicide piece for theDiscourse, Frankie says just before I leave the room.
Maybe thats why she wants you.
Its how we found you.
Its a great story.
Not just because of the hits it got but because of you, because its beautiful work.
It was one of the first truly meaningful stories I wrote of my own volition.
So many in the group were fighting for the right to die with dignity.
I went back to theDiscourseoffice and pitched the story.
But to my surprise, I was greeted with a green light.
It is the story I am proudest of.
Thank you, I tell Frankie now.
Im just saying that youre talented.
It might be that.
Its probably not, though.
No, she says.
But write this story well, whatever it is, and then next time it will be.
