“It must be this way, Amit – the magazine deserves our best and I can’t deliver at that level anymore,” Alberta said firmly.  “My God, I will miss this place.” She uttered the words as a kind of benediction, filled with reverence and emotion. Amit Laghari, a proud and accomplished magazine publisher with East Indian Brahman origins, leaned back in his leather chair and observed this woman who had been so instrumental to his own success at Society. He had been fully unprepared when she arrived in his office, sat respectively on the chair opposite his, and informed him of all that had transpired in the last two days. If she was feeling the quiet tragedy of it all, she didn’t reveal it.  It could have been like…