Losing a beloved one is never an easy task one can get accustomed to, even though Diana left me for another man, I still mourned her death as if she was mine. The vivid images of her passed right through my brain on daily basis ─ I gave up hope of ever being able to forget her, so I lived with her memory and the fact that she wasn't alive anymore.
Also, work was never the same. Although my office was redecorated to how it once was, still I lingered for her visits while I was lonely in the office. Every time Phoebe showed up inside my office I always hoped that she came with good news, and to me good news sounded like "Mrs. Miller will arrive soon" but it was never that. From morning to evening it was just some weird moustaches in and out of my office, some Caucasians from London with their thick accents ─ and attending meetings in Paris, Hong Kong and the United Arab Emirates.
