"For two years, I had made myself as small as possible. Tonight, I walked with the lethal grace of a woman who owned the careers of everyone in the room."
The penthouse suite of the Waldorf Tower occupied the top three floors of a gleaming glass skyscraper overlooking Central Park. It was a fortress of white marble, modern art, and absolute silence.
I sat in a plush velvet armchair near the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the crawling yellow taxis fifty stories below. A team of private physical therapists had just finished my morning session.
"The swelling is completely gone, Miss Waldorf," Dr. Evans, the chief orthopedic surgeon for the New York Giants, said as he gently adjusted the sleek, custom-built carbon fiber brace encasing my right knee. "The arthroscopic procedure to
