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- All right, people,
pay attention,

because these three young women are on fire.

Jane finally got her dream job

but learned it won't be easy,

especially when she received
her first assignment.

- She wants me to do
a "best orgasm" piece.

- You see,
Jane has never had an orgasm,

but the assignment did help her make new friends.

Sutton,
hard-working and diligent,

would win a gold medal
if the competition

was Manhattan's best assistant.

- Lauren Park's office.

- But Sutton is ready for more.

- What's your dream?
- Fashion.

- And Kat was busy
managing "Scarlet" magazine's

social media account
and even busier

managing
her own volatile spirit.

- Well, then, I guess
I'll just have to show them

a woman defying them.

- Because Kat has found herself

unexpectedly smitten.

These are the women
of "The Bold Type."

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- May I?
- Sure.

- What are you working on?
- Okay.

Let's just get this
out of the way.

I kissed you.

- And then ran.

- Yes, I kissed you,
then ran.

I don't really know
how to explain it.

- You don't have to explain it.

I read your article.

You wanted to do
something unexpected.

- So you read my article.

- The one about
never having had an orgasm?

Multiple times.

You should be proud.

- I don't know about proud,
but I'm not embarrassed.

- I meant of the article.
- Right.

- It was really truthful,
completely brave.

- Thank you.

What are you doing?
- I figured if you were

gonna jump up and kiss me,

you probably would have
done it by now,

so I'm giving you my number.

Your friends have
a message for you.

- I should go to work.

See you around, Jane Sloan.

- Bye.

- Hello?
- Have a drink with me tonight.

- Two writers...

rival publications.

Ugh, so poetic.

- So poetic.
- Okay.

Uh, we're not rivals.
It's not poetic.

It's just a drink.

- It's a good start.

You need to get laid.
- Wha--

- Sorry, uh,
but she does.

- As long as
she doesn't do it in here.

- I won't.

- Come find me
in the closet later,

'cause as your friend,

I can't let you go on
a sex date

looking like that.
- What is wrong with this?

It's drinks, not a sex date.

- Mmm, sounds like you're
working on a follow-up article.

- Jacqueline, uh, no, actually.

I wanted to pitch you something
while I have your attention.

- You don't,
but if you can accept

that I'm only half-listening,
proceed.

- Congresswoman Helen Wolfe
is in town,

and I would really love
to do a profile on her.

She's relatively unknown,

but I think she could be
the next Elizabeth Warren.

- Kamala Harris is
the next Elizabeth Warren.

- Then she's the next
Kamala Harris.

- I know who she is.
She's interesting.

- She's only in town
for a few days,

so if you're okay with it,

I would really like
to get started.

- It's quite a departure
for you.

- Which is exactly why
I want to do it.

- Go ahead and reach out.
See if you can get an interview.

But Jane, just in case
it doesn't work out,

make sure you take notes
during your sex date.

- Hey.
- No time.

Lauren has an insane day
getting ready

for the Planned Parenthood
fundraiser.

- Oliver's assistant up and quit
to take a job at Bal-mane.

- Balmain.
What?

Are you sure?
- Positive.

I overheard the fashion interns

when they were putting together
an outfit for me.

- Pause.
Why were the fashion interns

putting together
an outfit for you?

- Jacqueline asked me
to speak at the fundraiser

about the men's health services
they offer,

and she said
I need to represent the brand.

- She wants you
to lose the khakis?

- You're missing the point.

There's an assistant's job

opening up
in fashion and styling.

- Don't go anywhere.
Lauren Park's office.

- I love
the way you answer the phone.

- She's on a conference call
right now.

Can I take a message?

- Let's go to dinner.

- Lauren likes
to avoid dinner meetings.

Can I schedule
something in-house?

- I'm tired of ordering in.
I want to take you out.

Somewhere we won't be seen.
Olive Garden, Times Square.

8:00 p.m.
Cozy little booth in the back.

- She does love breadsticks.

I'll put you
on Lauren's calendar.

Sorry.

- We have got to get you
off this desk.

- Fashion department.

- Fashion department.

- Hey.

Thanks for the intel.

- Right now,
everyone is front row

at a fashion show,
but, I mean,

the possibilities are endless.

We could take our readers
through a private workout

with one of our trainers
or even to the UN

to see Emma Watson
give her speech on women.

While we're launching,
we would let people

try them out at events,

give a certain number away
as freebies.

More and more people
are owning VR goggles

in their homes.

This is definitely
the next big thing,

so I want "Scarlet"
to be the first magazine

with their own VR app.

- How do think you'd do
presenting to the board,

like, tomorrow?

- I'd do great.

- Yeah?
You think you'll be ready?

- Yeah.

- All right. Great.
It's on their agenda.

- All right.
- Oh, and Kat.

This is your first time
presenting solo to the board.

They can be intimidating.

Be ready.

- Oh, yeah.
I got it.

Okay, uh, how's everyone
enjoying the fashion show?

- I feel seasick.

- Well, that's weird.

- I think I'm gonna throw up.

- Oh, no.
Really?

Ugh, at least
you didn't throw up in my bag.

Can I get you, like,
a toothbrush or some water?

- Oliver, how bad is it?

- Mom jeans
with fur slippers bad.

- I can't even get
Jasmine Lee on the phone.

Her publicist is apologetic--

- I would hope so,
being that her designs

were our entire fashion show,

and we don't have
a fundraiser without her.

How exactly did this happen?

- She's about to launch
her collection

at chain stores
across the country.

They're pressuring her
to cut her ties

with Planned Parenthood.

- Well, Jasmine Lee can't stand

behind her convictions,

but we certainly stand
behind ours.

- The event's in two days.

- Is there any designer
out there

worth anything

who can pull something together
that fast?

- No.

We'll have to get creative.

- We need looks that are bold
and strong and feminine.

Unexpected.

- Armor.
- Armor.

- Focusing on the female form.

I'll pair delicate items
from the closet with--

- Sculptural accessory pieces.
- Exactly.

I might need extra assistance.

- I heard what happened.

- Balmain is dead to me.

- Well, you can have
all the interns.

And I will approve overtime
for any assistants

who want to work after hours.

But Oliver, make this happen.

- Lauren, I was wondering...

about that position opening
in the fashion department,

I was hoping
you'd put in a good word for me.

- You literally
could not have picked

a worse time
to talk to me about this.

- I know.
I normally wouldn't bring it up.

It's just those positions
get filled so quickly.

- Sutton,
we have 10,000 things to do.

Last week,
you were all about ad sales.

I don't have time to explore
every whim with you.

We can talk
after the fundraiser.

- Okay.

- I need you to start
on those RSVPs.

Oh, and my green juice.
I need my juice.

- I'll get right on it.

Uh, Oliver?
- Do not bring me bad news.

- So sorry to bother you.

I just, uh,
wanted to let you know

that if you need
anything this week--

- Who are you again?

- Sutton.
Brady.

I was just, uh,
sitting behind you--

- Sutton,
I need everything this week.

- I'm--
I'm your girl.

I would love to help.

- Okay.

Call these accessory designers

and set up appointments
for me today.

Line them up going downtown.

- Okay.

- You're free to go.
- Oh.

Right, yeah.

I'm on it.
You got it.

- There hasn't been
an assistant position available

in the fashion department
the entire time

that I've worked here.

This dress for tonight.

- Uh, it's not
that kind of date.

- Then don't take it off.

I don't know how I'm gonna cover
Lauren and Oliver this week,

and if Lauren doesn't
help me get this job--

- Ugh, she's the worst.

I think Madeleine Albright was
actually referring to her

when she said
there's a special place in hell

for women
who don't help other women.

- These boots...

and I am not gonna let her
hold me back.

- Good for you, babe.

- Oh, I'm going
full "Hamilton" on this.

'Cause I'm the definition
of young, scrappy,

and hungry, and I'm out!

- Oh!
Wow.

Hey, sexy.

- Hi.
- Ugh.

Okay, so get this.

I just got off the phone
with the VR people,

told 'em about
my intern hurling.

- Yeah?
- Guess what they asked me?

- What?
- Is she currently menstruating?

- What?
- Turns out...

women are much more likely
to get motion sick from VR

and especially when
we're menstruating.

- Can you stop
saying "menstruating"?

- No.
- Also, why is that?

- Something technological.
Blah, blah, blah.

Apparently, hormones play a part
in how we interpret images.

- So VR is inadvertently sexist.
- No, it's "vertently" sexist.

- That's not a word.
- Uh, it's definitely a word.

I mean, they use technology
that favors the male brain.

Ergo, "vertently" sexist.
- Hmm.

- Anyway, I wrote
a little something about it

for the digital site,
tweeted it out with the title,

"Hey, VR Bros,
Don't Forget the Female Gaze."

- Good title.
- Thank you.

- What about your pitch?
- Oh, my pitch is so fine.

Unless
one of those old white guys

on the board
is currently menstruating.

I know you love that word.

- How do I look?

- Uh, you look amazing.

And I just got 300 responses.

- Girl!

Hey.

- Cool place.

So, are you an astronomy guy,

or is this like
a "Rear Window" kind of thing?

- Can't it be both?

- Are you ever gonna sit down?
- I've read your column.

I know what's happened
on that couch.

- Oh, is that why
you won't sit down?

I could get you
a towel or something.

- No, thanks.

So, does it ever bother you

when people say
that you're just a sex writer?

- Yes. Yes, it does.
That is offensively limiting.

I write
about sex andrelationships.

Why do you ask?

- I just--
I don't want

my writing about sex
to be...my brand.

- But you're so good at it.

Seriously, you're honest.

You've got a unique voice.

- I want to write
about bigger things.

- What's bigger
than sex and relationships?

I'm serious.

It's why a thousand ships
were launched.

It's the reason we fight wars.

We've impeached a president
'cause of sex.

Why do you think
Vladimir Putin is riding

around Russia on a horse
with no shirt on?

It's 'cause some girl
rejected him in high school.

- That's not true.
- It might be.

The fact is,
it always comes back to sex.

- Sorry.

Oh, my God.
Ramon.

- It's actually pronounced
"Ryan."

- No, um, Ramon
is the door guy

of this hotel
where Helen Wolfe,

the congresswoman,
is staying,

and I've been trying
to get an interview with her

but I haven't been able
to get access.

He just said
she ordered a town car

and it's leaving in 20 minutes.

- You really want to get
this story, don't you?

- I do.

- Maybe we could pick
this conversation up again

tomorrow night?

- I'd like that.

Thanks.

- These responses
are disgusting.

- We're getting
amazing traffic, though.

I started the conversation.

- I'm not sure
if "Shut up, 'Scarlet' whores"

is a conversation.

- Okay, look, I called them out
on being misogynists,

and they responded
by being absolute misogynists,

so they're basically, you know,
proving my point for me.

- Congratulations?
- Thank you.

- Oh.
They know who you are?

- It's fine.

They'll get bored
in a couple of days

and move on
to the next dumb bitch.

- Sutton!
- He knows my name.

- Come sort these garments.
- Go get 'em, babe.

- Right here!
- Sutton, I'm leaving.

I want that seating chart
by the morning,

if that's possible.

- You got it, boss.

- Sutton!

- Ugh, damn it.

- Sutton.

- Coming, Oliver.

- Oh! Right there.
- Darlene!

- The congresswoman
is on her way to dinner,

but we can take three members
of the press with us

on the drive to the restaurant.

- Right here.
- Oh, oh.

- "New York Times."
Let's go.

And "Washington Post."

- Here!
- Credentials?

- "Scarlet" magazine.

- Okay.
"HuffPo," it's your lucky night.

- Good evening, everyone.

I'd love to stop and chat.

You all have a great night.

- Congresswoman, I would just
love to ask you about your--

- Sorry.

Not tonight, "Scarlet."

- Where's
the St. Laurent slip dress?

That needs to be shortened.

Come on, people.

Get me a Kombucha and an Ativan.

I love this.

Beautiful.
Fine.

That was in the reject pile?

- Yes, but--

- We don't have
the armor for it.

- Wait!
What about this?

- Maybe.

- Sutton?
Delivery downstairs for Lauren.

- Can you just leave it
at my desk?

- You have to go sign for it.

- Hey.

Get in before we're busted.

Come on.

Are you my delivery?

- That is...
quite a restaurant.

- Do I smell breadsticks?

- You do.

- I stood you up and you
still brought me breadsticks?

This is amazing.

You're amazing.

It's not Lauren who's
keeping me here late tonight.

It just seemed easier

than getting into
the whole thing in a text.

- What whole thing?
- You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Because last week,
I almost took a job in ad sales,

but what I really want to do
is fashion.

- I don't think that's crazy.
- Oh!

Oh, my God,
it's not crazy, is it?

Why did I wait
so long to do this?

And now I feel, like,
this intense time pressure.

It's like my last chance
or something.

- Why?
- Because I've been

on Lauren's desk
for three years.

I mean, I can't stay there,
it's...

I'm gonna be 26 this year.

What?

- You have so much time
ahead of you, you do.

- It doesn't feel like that.
- I know.

I remember feeling that way.

But you do.

- I really want this.

- Then you go get it

and then call me after.

- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Give 'em hell.

- The Congresswoman's
press secretary

literally looked me up and down
and said,

"Not tonight, 'Scarlet.'"

Like all we write is fluff.

- So degrading.
- I felt so judged.

Can you pass the milk, please?

Kat?

- Hmm?
- The milk.

- Oh, yeah.
- Thanks.

Whatever.
Even if we're fluff,

we're fluff with a huge

millennial voter readership.

- Lauren Park's office.

I'm sorry, she's not in yet,

but I'll give her the message.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry,
what is with the Lady Gaga?

Are you gonna sing for us?

- Do you love it,
or do you love it?

- I love it.

- It's so that I'm not
chained to Lauren's desk

and also, it makes me
more available to Oliver.

- Ah.
- Oh, my God.

These Twitter trolls
will not stop.

Look.

- Oh, my God.

Most of these are...
rape threats.

- Yeah, I know, I wish
they'd be more imaginative.

- Kat, it's not funny.
This is scary.

- Oh, come on.
It's not scary.

Jane, it's annoying,
it's disgusting,

but it's not scary, okay?
It's just words.

Anyway, I gotta go
crush this presentation,

so I'll see you guys later.

- Go crush it.

- Count on it.

- Kat?
Ready?

- Mm-hmm.

- Kat?

- Well, Kat Edison
has been with us

for several years now,
and in that time

she has grown our
online presence tremendously.

I have always known her
to come forward with smart,

cutting-edge ideas,
and today is no exception.

Kat, the floor is yours.

- Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

in this uncertain time
in the magazine industry,

"Scarlet" is, uh,
one of the few books

that actually continues
to thrive.

Our readers are
technologically savvy and...

And, uh....

So...

So not only do we...

need to continue
to stay relevant

with platforms like...

- Kat?
- We need to...

Continue to push forward,

and, um...

Uh...

And anticipate...
what's next.

I'm sorry.

I--
I'm not feeling well.

- Kat.
Kat.

What just happened in there?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean,
you don't know?

You said that you were ready.

Okay.

- I saw it
right before I walked in.

I--I don't know.
I didn't know what to do.

But you know that--
that's not me.

I shouldn't have
walked out, okay?

I know that.
It's stupid.

But I can go back in now,
and I can do this--

- No. No. I'm gonna
reschedule it for tomorrow.

- Honestly, I'm good.
I can do this.

- Kat, you need to trust me.

You need to catch your breath,

take an hour,
fall apart, come back,

and we're gonna figure this out.

We'll figure it out.

- You know what?

I don't even care
about the picture.

I--I really don't.
I'm proud of it.

It's the fact
that they violated my privacy.

- Maybe you should stop looking.
- Oh, jeez.

- Oh, yeah, I'm a slut
because I took

a topless photo of myself
in the south of France.

What is wrong
with these people?

- Okay, hey, look.
It's not all bad.

The CEO of a VR company
tweeted at you.

Emily Ramos says, "Sorry
for what you're going through.

I support you
and have your back."

- Oh, wow.

Followed immediately by someone

who thinks
my boobs aren't that great.

"He says
as he takes a break

from masturbating
in his parents' basement."

- Come on.
Don't engage.

- I'm not engaging, Jane.

I'm fixing this.

- Hi. This is Jane Sloan
from "Scarlet" magazine.

- Yes?
- I would love to talk

to the congresswoman
about her style.

I'm doing a super fun piece.

It's called
"House of Furstenberg

Meets House
of Representatives."

- For your magazine?
- Yes, it'll reach

a lot of young, awesome,
fashionable millennial voters.

Would the congresswoman
be interested

in doing an interview?

- Hold one moment, please.
- Yes, I'll hold.

What are you doing?

- She shouldn't have
underestimated me.

- Ms. Sloan?
- Yes.

- She is available.
- She would?

- Yeah, ten minutes.
- Perfect.

Ten minutes is all I need.

Thank you.

And that's how it's done.

- This is Jane Sloan
from "Scarlet" magazine.

- Thank you.

- Congresswoman, it's such
a pleasure to meet you.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- You have five minutes.

- Okay.

- So, what would
"Scarlet" readers

like to know about
how I dress?

- Well,
let's start with the basics.

On the campaign trail,
flats or heels?

- Flats.

Stylish, of course,
but when you're putting in

16-hour days, comfort is key.

- And do you have
a go-to power outfit?

- I do not.
I think every day is different,

and every outfit is important.

- How so?

- We all saw
what Hillary went through.

The day after each debate,

they scrutinized her pantsuits
more than her policy.

So when I'm choosing
an outfit I'm thinking,

"What do I want to communicate?

How can I use fashion
to my advantage?"

- I would like to ask you
about a few serious issues.

For example, your vote in favor
of the Keystone Pipeline.

That surprised
a lot of progressives.

- That's
a "Mother Jones" question.

- Our readers are just as
interested in your politics

as they are in your fashion.
I know I am,

and I'm so inspired
by everything you do for women.

Um, but your voting record on
environmental issues--

- Jane, I'm sorry, but um,

we're gonna
have to cut this short.

You are so sweet.

It was lovely to meet you.

- Uh, I-I would like to ask you
about your voting record?

Thank you.

- Lauren Park's office.
- Hey.

- Hey, what's up?

- I ran into Oliver
this morning.

I asked him
about the assistant job.

I couldn't help myself,
but don't worry.

Kept it casual.
- Okay, and...

- He's already got
a stack of resumes,

so just to give you a heads-up,

you might have to move
a little fast on this one.

- Yeah, I figured.
- And, Sutton,

he wants someone
with fashion experience.

I'm not saying you shouldn't
throw your hat in the ring,

just thought you should know,
that's all.

- Okay, thanks.

I got to take this other call.

Fashion Department--
uh, Lauren Park's office.

- What are you doing?

- I'll have to get back to you
with that information.

I, uh, was just, um, uh--
'cause Oliver was wondering

if you wanted to, uh,
wear one of...

That's a tie.

Um, I was helping Oliver.
He's shorthanded.

- I'm shorthanded.

My assistant never seems
to be at her desk.

The seating chart you sent me--

you put Tim Gunn
next to Lady Gaga.

What did I tell you?
Opposite sides of the room.

- I'll fix it right away.

- How can you expect me

to put in a good word
for you with Oliver

when you're completely
neglecting my desk?

I need you focused.
Is that clear?

- I'm sorry, Lauren.
Focused, yes.

Do you, uh--
do you want a green juice?

- You know I do.

- Is this the face
that launched a thousand ships?

- It is,
and I come bearing gifts.

- Oh.
- Sorry I'm late.

- How was the congresswoman?

Um...

She thinks I'm sweet.

- Oh, you must have loved that.

- Just open the wine,
please.

I mean,
she thinks I'm sweet,

and I think she is
frustratingly inconsistent.

She's a total champion
of women

but a total enemy
of the environment.

Someone needs to
press her on it.

- That'd be a good story.
- It would be.

But all she would
talk to me about

was her choice of footwear.

I had a plan.

I was trying
to be sneaky and smart

to get the bigger story,

and now I'm gonna go
from just being a sex writer

to just being
a fashion writer, so...

- Uh...

"Why Girls Sometimes Fake It

and Do We Even Care?"

- Let me explain the angle
I'm going for.

- Oh...
are you writing about me?

- No, no, not--
not you in particular.

- Just women like me
who fake orgasms.

- I--I'm just trying
to work something out.

- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Am I research?
- No.

I swear.
- You're unbelievable.

I thought we were connecting,

but you were just
using me for a story.

- No, it's not like that.
Jane, please, don't go.

Look, you wrote about me,
right?

- I wrote about me.

I wrote about something
personal and difficult.

- And it got me thinking.

Honestly, your article,
it inspired me.

- Oh...
Oh, great.

Because that's so satisfying
to me as a writer

that I would inspire you
to write more sexist crap.

- 'Cause that's all I do,
right?

I'm just another
sexist pig writer.

You have me all figured out,
don't you?

- It's not that hard.
- Jane, this is what we do.

- No, it's what you do.

- So you think he was using you
to write his story?

Are you sure

that's what was happening?
- I don't know.

I mean, I thought
that we were connecting

and that it was real,
but the guy's good at his job,

so who knows
what's real with him.

- I'm sorry, babe.
- Hey.

You guys, oh--the trolls,

they tweeted my home address.
- What?!

Oh, my God, how?

- Okay, who do we call?
- Uh, no one.

- Have the police
been contacted?

- Uh, the IT department
is trying

to find the guy's IP address,
but they can't.

Legal is threatening
to sue anyone

who displays
the photo online, but--

- Okay, so that's something.
- No, it's nothing. Okay?

It's nothing.
It's the Internet.

It's already gone.

Can't get it back.

- I'm sorry, babe.

- Um, what now?

Oh, Jacqueline wants to see me.

All right.
Gotta go.

- Love you.

- Please tell me that is not you
engaging in another flame war.

- It's not.
- Good.

'Cause you know better

than to respond to those trolls.

- Yes, I do, but I used
my own personal account,

so...
it's not gonna hurt "Scarlet."

- Well,
that doesn't matter, Kat.

These are pathetic,
bored, angry people,

and if you engage with them,

you're giving them
exactly what they want.

- I know that,
but I can't just sit here

a-and do nothing.

- Come here.

- I know this is hard.

In my day, if somebody
didn't like something,

their only option was
to tell me to my face.

So I didn't get
very many rape threats.

But the anonymity
of the Internet

has completely raised
the stakes.

- Yeah, it has.

- But you are stronger
than that.

I--I don't know if I am.

- I do.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, yeah.

You're getting that
black Jared Kushner vibe, right?

- Yeah, I mean, you're only
missing the flak jacket.

Who did this to you?
- Fashion interns.

- And what did you do to them?

- Will you please
just fix it?

- Lose the shirt and the shoes.

I mean, they do know
what's in fashion...

but it doesn't necessarily mean
that it works for you.

- This is more my speed.
- Mm-hmm.

- You are good.

You need to go
for that assistant's job.

- Feels like that's gonna be
an uphill battle.

Especially without Lauren's rec.

And...I kind of blew that.

- Lauren just doesn't want
to lose you.

- I don't know if that's it.

- Trust me.
You're way too good at your job.

You made yourself indispensable.

It's a classic
assistant's mistake.

- Tie.

- I look good!

- Thank you.

- I was complimenting myself.

- Ugh, I have to go
get Lauren's green juice,

'cause that's my life.

I hate it
when she's on a cleanse.

Do you want to come?
- I can't.

"HuffPo" did a profile
on the congresswoman,

and it was basically
what I was gonna write

except they actually
got a quote.

- Oh, man. That's awful.
- It is what it is.

So now I'm doing a piece
on congressional fashion.

- Yeah,
that's what I was talking about.

That jumpsuit is beyond awful.

- Okay,
you're part of the problem.

You should be criticizing
her politics, not her pantsuits.

I mean, look at these comments.
They're just mean.

"A walking popsicle"?

"'Star Trek' reject on acid"?

- How much do people suck
on the Internet this week?

- This was the day
that she voted

to roll back
the Clean Water Act,

but instead of talking
about that,

they're all talking about this
hideous lime green situation.

And then she turned around
and said

that she was being
unfairly attacked as a woman,

and that became a story.

- I mean,
I would never say this to her,

and I would never put it
on the Internet,

but to you, I'll say,

that's a terrible color
for an adult.

How does she not know that?

- I think she does.

Here.

"So when I choose an outfit,
I'm always thinking,

'What am I trying
to communicate?

How can I use fashion
to my advantage?'"

- What are you doing?

- I'm seeing what she wore

when she did
that press conference

defending
the Keystone Pipeline.

Ha! It's hideous.
- It's hideous.

- She is using fashion
as a smokescreen.

- That's kind of genius.

- And I have my article.

Sweet.
- Yay.

- Will you get me a green juice?
- Nope.

- Earrings.
- Earrings.

- One less bracelet.
- Just take the bracelet.

- Something...neck.
- Get me a silver brooch

and the Dior earrings.

- No.

- You...

Accessories, bracelets,
rings.

And around.

This is great.

- That was my idea.

- Thank you.

- "Pay Attention to the Woman
Behind the Clothes."

Your congresswoman piece went
to a place I did not expect.

- Is that a good thing
or a bad thing?

- I like surprises.

- Well, believe me,
no one is more surprised

about where it ended up
than I am.

- I know.
you have this idea

of the kind of writer
you should be, but...

don't let that keep you

from the kind of writer
you could be.

- Yeah, okay.
- We're uploading it right now.

Good work, Jane.

- Thank you.

- "Tech whores like Whitney
only complain

because they can't get any."

- "The world would be better off
without you.

I'll supply the rope."

- "Dumb bitch @EmilyRamos
should be on her knees,

not running a VR company."

- "I'm gonna design a VR game

where you get to rape
Kat Edison."

There's a human being
on the other end of your tweet,

so please, type with kindness.

What do you think?
- It's amazing.

- Yeah, I tagged all the losers
who trolled me.

And, uh, thank you, you know,
for what you wrote me.

Really helped a lot.
- I'm glad.

- Oh, I want "Scarlet"
to be on the cutting edge,

and that means VR.

Your company's the only one
that I'm gonna present

to the board, okay?

We need to partner with a firm

that's tailored towards women,

and that's you guys,
so what do you say?

Are you in?
- I'm in.

- Sweet.

You want to show me?
- Yeah. Okay...

- These are so much less bulky
than the other ones.

- Lauren?

Hey, you said
that we would have a chance

to chat after the fundraiser.

Um...

maybe I went about this
the wrong way.

Okay, I definitely went
about this the wrong way,

but...I've worked
really hard for you,

and I'm really grateful
for everything

that I've learned
working at your desk

over the past three years...

But it's time for me
to move on,

and I'm gonna go for this job
in the fashion department

with or without your support.

But I realize
that it's a long shot,

so...I would be really
grateful

to have a solid
recommendation from you.

- Okay.
- Really?

- Let's figure out
how to get you that job.

You can sit.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Third time's the charm?

- "Ask a hundred different women
why they fake their orgasms,

"and you're likely to get
a hundred different answers,

"but here's the thing.
It's not the lie that matters.

"It's that women feel
that they have to.

"And gentlemen, that's on us.

So let's talk about it."

- Oh, don't stop now.
I love hearing my own work.

- So are you gonna
invite me in?