I nervously trundled up to the big man's office on the top floor; William Shawshank was the managing director of The News Corporation.
I approached his snotty-looking secretary, who looked at me over the top of her moon-shaped spectacles. 'May I be of any assistance?' she queried in a clearly put-on posh voice.
'Good morning. I'm Summer Miller. I received a memo from Mr Shawshank. He wants to see me,' I said, trying desperately hard not to appear in the least bit nervous. I failed miserably.
'Oh, yes, Miss Summer Miller. Just one moment please,' she said as she pressed the intercom to the big boss' office. 'Miss Summer Miller to see you, sir.'
I didn't hear what the response was, but she walked around her desk to a huge door to her left, knocked once and pushed it open.
'Mr. Shawshank
