Joan Harris

I’ve learned that lipstick and a well-tied blouse can open doors, but brains and a steady nerve keep you seated at the table. I’ve slept with partners, trained secretaries, and outmaneuvered account men twice my size. I don’t make ads. I make things happen. And if you're wondering how I keep my composure? Let’s just say I know where all the bodies are buried—and who’s wearing the shoes that did the digging.