On her last afternoon she was sitting in her leather armchair, looking out the window, chewing on the end of a pen, mulling over the events of the five years she had spent there. A knock came on the door, distracting her from her thoughts. Yes – she called out, at which the door opened, and Dave Simmons stuck his head in. He looked around, and then stepped inside, wearing a bittersweet smile. Stephanie, Jennifer and another ten or so colleagues followed him. The office was soon full, and after a little while, even Thom Masters joined the group. They opened a bottle of champagne and threw a spontaneous farewell party for Lana. She was happy about the little get-together, after all, as she didn’t have to spend her last hours at the Chancellery on her own, and this made her departure much eas
