"Yes," Brent went on to say, "we have boxes here and still at our old place. We still have a long way to go as you see. Margret asked if I wanted something to drink, coffee or tea and I opted for a cup of coffee, a reporter's favorite beverage in the morning.
Brent turned to me and said, "Let's talk in my office and please excuse the boxes" We walked into an office which seemed like the size of my condo in Virginia Beach and he offers me a seat. The bodyguard shows up all of a sudden, to keep tabs on me for sure. I looked out of the corner of my eye, making sure I was safe and thinking who knows if he has any weapons on him or not. Brent tells the bodyguard he is fine and tells him he can leave.
Brent shuts the door to his office to make the interview more private. I thought he mus
