I almost dropped the handful of samples I was carrying when I caught sight of him. How did my body know to react to his mere presence? He was walking beside a very well-put-together middle-aged woman towards the editing department, which I’d just left as I stood at the lifts.

The two of them seemed engrossed in whatever it was they were discussing, and he didn’t even see me, but I felt my heart take flight, and my pulse began to race. It’s as if I’d been starved for the ...