Wilma’s arm is around my shoulder as she rubs my back in her office. I had a full-blown emotional breakdown and did something I never imagined PA Emma would ever do. In a fit of blubbering sobs, I told her everything about Jake and how I feel about him, things I haven’t even told Sarah. I blame Wilma's maternal pull over me and the darn gentle look she manages to throw my way at every opportunity. I’m using a scrunched-up Kleenex from an almost empty box to mop up my mess of a face, ...