I don’t allow her to continue. I get up, leave my drink, and walk away, nodding at security as I pass. It gives them the signal loud and clear to escort her out if she tries to follow me. Joanne was a leech in this place, always hanging in corners, and I am not regretting finally cutting her loose. I should have done it an age ago and saved myself so much misery in seeing her in this building daily.

I wish we had done this forever ago, and maybe I would have had some closure from ...