I start searching around my feet for my bag. I spin round in my swivel chair a few times, examining the floor. “What are you doing?” Mimi asks. I groan. “I left my bag in the meeting room.” “I’ll come with you. I want a coffee anyway,” Mimi says, standing. “I’m guessing you won’t turn down a coffee, Rakhee?” “You know me so well,” Rakhee says, typing away furiously again. Gabby, our editorial assistant who sits a couple of rows behind, overhears. “I can get your coffees if you like,” she sweetly offers, glancing up from her screen. “That’s okay,” I say. “I need to rescue my bag from the meeting room.” “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on,” chuckles Dominic from the picture desk as we wander by. “Hey! If you still want early screening tickets to the next Ryan Reynolds movie, I’d be careful about your tone,” I say breezily. “Have I told you lately how amazing you are?” he adds quickly. “That’s more like it.” I grin, winking at him. Mimi is waylaid at the picture desk about one of the hotels she’s featuring in an all-inclusive round-up, so I go ahead, swiftly passing Cosmo’s…