I stepped into an ivory hallway with moving boxes scattered everywhere.
Three men came out of the door at the end of the hall carrying the biggest TV I had ever seen in my life. They nodded at me as they passed, but I was far too stunned to even think about nodding back.
How many inches was that thing? It looked like a movie theater screen.
They disappeared into the service elevator, and I was left alone again.
I knew a normal person would ring the doorbell and wait politely on the doorstep for someone to answer, but there was no one around, and I was itching with curiosity to know what the home of an Oscar-winning actress looked like.
The moment I stepped inside the apartment, I found immaculate white walls, long ceramic columns, and pale glossy porcelain floors reflecting the entire
