Literary Lunacy in NYC (A Multi-Post Story): Part 4

Two days later I stepped off an elevator onto the top floor of a building on Union Square. I had been working with my agent, Stacey Glick, for the last two years, but our France-to-New York communication had been entirely by phone and email. Now I was about to meet her for the first time.

I stepped through the door labeled "Dystel and Goderich Literary Management" to see, instead of several uniformed guards sitting at the front desk, a woman dressed in something pretty who smiled and told...