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I walked casually towards building B, took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and walked a few more steps until I stopped at the last door on the right side of the hallway, where Nia's office was located.

I entered, finding the reception area completely empty. There wasn't a soul in the waiting room chairs, not even where her secretary was supposed to be. Well, there was someone after all; it was noon, the only break the poor lady was allowed.

I headed towards the door with the sign bearing my friend's name and before entering, I lightly tapped on the wood as a signal that I had arrived.

Stepping into the cozy room, I found all the windows wide open, allowing the scarce winter daylight to filter in. It was still a bit early for the first snowfall in Atlanta, considering the year was about to end.

The room where my old friend spent much of her time was painted in black and white, nothing more. It was spacious enough to feel comfortable for hours, with a desk next to a bookshelf, a co