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She
hands
me
a
security
pass
that
has
“
visitor
”
very
firmly
stamped
on
the
front
.
I
can
’
t
help
my
smirk
.
Surely
it
’
s
obvious
that
I
’
m
just
visiting
.
I
don
’
t
fit
in
here
at
all
.
Nothing
changes
.
I
inwardly
sigh
.
Thanking
her
,
I
walk
over
to
the
bank
of
elevators
and
past
the
two
security
men
who
are
both
far
more
smartly
dressed
than
I
am
in
their
well
-
cut
black
suits
.
The
elevator
whisks
me
at
terminal
velocity
to
the
twentieth
floor
.
The
doors
slide
open
,
and
I
’
m
in
another
large
lobby
—
again
all
glass
,
steel
,
and
white
sandstone
.
I
’
m
confronted
by
another
desk
of
sandstone
and
another
young
blonde
woman
,
this
time
dressed
impeccably
in
black
and
white
,
who
rises
to
greet
me
.
“
Miss
Steele
,
could
you
wait
here
,
please
?
”
She
points
to
a
seated
area
of
white
leather
chairs
.
Behind
the
leather
chairs
is
a
spacious
glass
-
walled
meeting
room
with
an
equally
spacious
dark
wood
table
and
at
least
twenty
matching
chairs
around
it
.
Beyond
that
,
there
is
a
floor
-
to
-
ceiling
window
with
a
view
of
the
Seattle
skyline
that
looks
out
through
the
city
toward
the
Sound
.
It
’
s
a
stunning
vista
,
and
I
’
m
momentarily
paralyzed
by
the
view
.
Wow
.
I
sit
down
,
fish
the
questions
from
my
backpack
,
and
go
through
them
,
inwardly
cursing
Kate
for
not
providing
me
with
a
brief
biography
.
I
know
nothing
about
this
man
I
’
m
about
to
interview
.
He
could
be
ninety
or
he
could
be
thirty
.
The
uncertainty
is
galling
,
and
my
nerves
resurface
,
making
me
fidget
.
I
’
ve
never
been
comfortable
with
one
-
on
-
one
interviews
,
preferring
the
anonymity
of
a
group
discussion
where
I
can
sit
inconspicuously
at
the
back
of
the
room
.
To
be
honest
,
I
prefer
my
own
company
,
reading
a
classic
British
novel
,
curled
up
in
a
chair
in
the
campus
library
.
Not
sitting
twitching
nervously
in
a
colossal
glass
-
and
-
stone
edifice
.
I
roll
my
eyes
at
myself
.
Get
a
grip
,
Steele
.
Judging
from
the
building
,
which
is
too
clinical
and
modern
,
I
guess
Grey
is
in
his
forties
:
fit
,
tanned
,
and
fair
-
haired
to
match
the
rest
of
the
personnel
.
Another
elegant
,
flawlessly
dressed
blonde
comes
out
of
a
large
door
to
the
right
.
What
is
it
with
all
the
immaculate
blondes
?
It
’
s
like
Stepford
here
.
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
I
stand
up
.
“
Miss
Steele
?
”
the
latest
blonde
asks
.
