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                                      The receptionist guided me to a dark door. Miss Susan, Mr Spencer's PA wasn't visible around. She was a cheerful lady. 

    With a puff of a small breath. I pushed open the door with a nervous smile, "H..." My words died in my throat when my gaze rose from the floor to the chair behind the desk. 

     I froze. My heart began to thud. My skin began to tingle. I had tried to find him everywhere, on the internet, on every passing face, but I couldn't show courage to come in front of him, meet him. 

     I blinked many times. ' I think about him every second of my life. My head never gets tired of thinking about him. ' I glanced at him. He's still sitting there. It can't be. He can't be here. He should be in London. 

    I dug my nails in my