Especially shoes that could not be relied upon to carry a person ten pain-free blocks. Frankly, it was an obscene amount of money for shoes that did nothing but look good. But oh, how they looked good. They were bronze Manolo Blahnik pointy-toe pumps, with a three-and-a-half-inch heel and a very cool buckle across the top. They were shoes that said, look at me, I can do this job better than anyone and I am proud of it. Still, for that kind of money, Chelsea Crawford thought they ought to come with a Segway. She had elected not to wear them back to the office. Not only was it starting to snow, but she was fairly certain her feet would never survive the short walk in those heels. No, these shoes were to wear during her big presentation tomorrow, and were safely tucked away in a silvery paper Bergdorf Goodman bag that dangled daintily from Chelsea’s arm as she and her assistant, Farrah, hurried down the street through snow that was beginning to thicken.
