OLIVIA
To see him or not to? That is the question that comes to my mind after I regain my composure. In my screen, looking very robust, is my father's former bodyguard Alfonso. He is just as I had seen him before, short black hair instead of the long blonde hair I was used to. His broad shoulders are concealed by a big trenchcoat that goes past his knees. Even in this hot climate he keeps it buttoned, and I'm certain he does that to conceal some weapons. How safe is it to invite him in here? I ask myself. I mull over the idea of calling Amos to join us but I dismiss the thought immediately.
I'll see him alone, but before the meeting starts I'll let take some precautions.
“He can come in now." I issue the instructions to my secretary who in turn directs Alfonso to my office. I can see h
