I definitely became the trusted servant at Boulevard. Once I was sent to deliver a Harry Winston diamond necklace and earrings to a photo shoot with Sharon Stone. Another time I was dispatched in a limo to find the Duchess of York, Sarah Ferguson, in a Santa Monica boutique and deliver her to a party in Malibu. And then, by my third year, the big secret was out—Sally Harrington was the emergency rewrite person, the one who could make a publishable interview out of the worst garbled mess.
