“Do you think I can wear nail polish to department meetings?” Justin looked at his hand. Purple, like his much-loved suit, and shimmery. “Probably not, right?”
“She said a lot of words about diversity and representation,” Kris said. “She knows your background. Charles knows your background even better. I don’t think they’d care if you showed up in the corset, as long as you’re as good at finding stories as you are hit bands.”
“Hmm,” Justin said, but in a way that meant he was willing to be convinced. “You know, if she wants me to launch a magazine too, I know quite a few free-lance writers who might want to come on as contributors…people who’re even more into the underground music scene than I am, these days…and some of the people I knew way back when might even have book projects…of cou
