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Accent, or a Gorgeous Model/Actor with the Magazine Hair. Your best bet might be the forty-five-year-old who looks more like a landlord than a doorman, who got his start thinking that he was going to be the next big Hollywood movie mogul.

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    Lady Liberty
    The door was locked, and I didn’t have the key.
    The Liberty Agency was a small office inside a quaint, exposed-brick building. But for the fact that it was in Westwood, California, it could have passed for a New York town house. I remembered it perfectly from the job interview; now if only I could get in. “Hi, I’m Glennis’s assistant,” I told them downstairs. “I think you have a key for me?”
    The secretary nodded and passed it to me. “Is this your first day?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œGood luck!”
    I went upstairs and let myself into the office. Even though it was a just a small boutique agency, and even though it felt very cozy and quaint, it was still Hollywood. There wasn’t a lot of celebrity memorabilia, but it still had the feel . Scripts were stacked up on the desk. The wicker wall units looked like they were from some magical far-off place, like Bali. On the wall there were photos. Sheens—Charlie and Martin—smiled in every direction, and Estevezes, too.
    Glennis had her own inner office, and there was a desk outside it for me. Or so I gathered. I walked around, practically on tiptoe. Crime scenes didn’t get as much as reverence as I gave to the clutter.
    Then the phone rang. I looked at it for one second, wondering if I should answer it. “Glennis Liberty’s office,” I said, not even bothering to say my own name.
    â€œHey there,” she said.
    â€œHi!” I was ready for her to tell me which scripts to read so that I could help her decide what the next Sheen movie should be.
    â€œI need you to go into my office. The third shelf down, on the bottom. I need you to take my curlers out. Put a half a cup of water in them and plug them in for me.”
    Before I could say anything, there was a dial tone.
    Okay, I could do this. I found the curlers and took them off the shelf. Water. Where’s the water? I didn’t even have a cup. There was a mug on Glennis’s desk. Can I use it? Would it be all right to get the mug wet? I took the mug to the bathroom, filled it up with a half cup of water, poured it into the curlers, and then plugged them in. They started steaming and churning.
    I sat down, being careful not to touch anything else, while I waited for her to show up. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. “Glennis Liberty’s office?” I said, still tentative.
    â€œHey, who’s this?” It was Charlie Sheen. I am on the phone with Charlie Sheen.
    â€œThis is Glennis’s assistant, Michael Fazio.”
    â€œCool. Are you new?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œGlennis there?” he— Charlie Sheen —said.
    â€œNo, she’s not.”
    â€œAll right. Well, I’ll try her later.”
    I hung up the phone. Oh my God, I thought to myself. I’m so in the biz !
    Soon Glennis arrived. She looked like an older Ralph Lauren model, tall and slim with aviator frame glasses and shoulder-length blond hair. She had the momentum of a Tasmanian devil, all frantic energy and bags everywhere. “Hey there,” she said, as she passed me to go into her office. She went inside and shut her door. She wasn’t mean, but I expected that there was going to be a little love.
    I sat. I waited.
    Twenty minutes later she buzzed me on the intercom. “I need you to come to my office.” I opened the door. I don’t know why I was surprised that she was sitting at her desk with gigantic electric steam rollers in her hair.
    â€œThese are the breakdowns,” she said, handing me an envelope. “Go through these every morning and look for projects that you can submit our clients on.
    â€œGet familiar with everyone we have on