Amanda became sort of an urban legend in the investment community. One story went:
"So she was a secretary to a prominent advisor, I forget which one. She had seen the movie Working Girl too many times, and thought she could pull it off. She took her boss's ideas and tried to sell herself as an independent deal broker. When people wouldn't bite, she tried to use her body as the bonus. I heard that a prominent CEO took her bait, and was screwing her for a month. He then screwed her for real, by firing her and then paying her boss double to close the deal."
Samantha and I had a whirlwind of fun for the next couple of months. The winter season's events flew by, and Samantha had not only been invited to the boards of several charities, but was nominated to the board of the museum, an ultimate recognition of social status, usually reserved for women twenty years older.
Samantha was having a great time, and just enjoying her life. She would clip pictures and mentions in the newspaper, and put them in a scrapbook along with pictures from our camera.
A press photo, as chairwoman of the black and white ball.
Samantha, intimidating a room full of 21-year-olds with her perfect body.
From the Times social page: "... in the course of a few months, she has grown from an awkward heiress to the center of high society."
New York Times Style Section: "don't be jealous of her long, shapely legs or her perfect smile, not everyone can benefit from her mother's gene pool."