"I said, my name is Velma von Tussle," snapped the former Corny Collins Show manager. "I'm here for a job interview."

Velma and Amber stood at the front desk of Sixties Chic, a prominent fashion magazine. The secretary (who was rather unfit for the job, in Velma's opinion), had looked both girls up and down upon their arrival, and was secretly pleased when they had done the same to her. The von Tussles were in matching brown-and-tan skirt suits, with leopard fur trim.

"Mr. Gould will be with you momentarily," the secretary droned, suppressing a yawn.

After a minute, a big, well-dressed man with a thick brown mustache and hair to match came out of a cubicle, and invited the von Tussles to come back in with him.

"Velma," he boomed. "What a pleasure this is." He took her hand and kissed it.

Amber rolled her eyes.

"The pleasure is mine," Velma said, dryly but with a small smile. She would do whatever it took to get this job. Heaven knows she needed it, to boost her reputation after her embarrassing Corny Collins fiasco.

"I've heard so much about you. Please, have a seat," Mr. Gould offered.

Both girls obliged.

"So," he continued, looking back at Velma, "tell me about yourself."

"Well, I was in community plays and did a few commercials here and there," she began. "I was crowned Miss Baltimore when I was twenty-two or so. From there, I got my own talk show. Then, I had her" – she gestured at Amber – "and worked at WYZT for over a decade before the show came along. I was its manager for somewhere around a year before they, well," she spat out the word, "integrated it."

"I'm so sorry," Mr. Gould said sympathetically.

"Well, after that, it was easy enough for me to move on," Velma sniffed. She decided not to add the part about rigging the Miss Hairspray contests for years so her daughter could win.

"So, why do you want this job?"

Amber shifted in her seat, attracting Velma's attention for only a moment.

"I have been a prominent figure in Baltimore's television and fashion industries for over twenty years," she told him, her fierce eyes meeting his. "Why wouldn't I want this job? And why wouldn't you want to give it to me?"

Mr. Gould smiled.

"Why wouldn't I…?"

Velma raised her eyebrows.

"…I really don't know why I wouldn't. You're hired. Welcome to the team of Sixties Chic, Velma. We can go and set up your office cubicle now, if you would like."

"Good," Velma said, following him to her cubicle. Amber followed Velma.

"If there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to let me know," Mr. Gould added, starting off towards his own cubicle, slowly. "Oh, and Velma – our workers here are on a first-name basis. You can call me Buck." He winked at her.

Amber turned away in disgust, forgetting for a moment why she had come at all, until her mother nudged her.

"Anything you need?" Buck asked, returning quickly after noticing the gesture.

"Well, actually, there is one thing," Velma said slowly.

Buck leaned forward.

"You see, my daughter, Amber, is going on a sort of date tonight. I want her to get the young man's attention. If she doesn't, she'll be upset. You wouldn't want that, would you… Buck?"

She sat on the edge of her desk, took a hold of his necktie and twirled it around her finger, meeting his eyes with a seductive glance.

"After all, people always say that co-workers are practically… family…"

Amber gagged in the background.

"I'm sure we have something lying around for a photo shoot that Amber could have," Buck said graciously, returning Velma's stares without a hint of awkward feelings. "I wouldn't want her to be unhappy. Or you."

"Wonderful," Velma purred, releasing his tie. "I like this job already."