Chapter Eighteen
The Training
The dark-skinned security guard at the front entrance didn’t recognize me. I had written a short note, folded it in half and asked the guard to hand it to Mr. Kristoff. After he read the note there would be no turning back. I wondered if Joseph felt as nervous and excited as I did when he handed his note to me in the chapel. I watched the guard unfold the note and read it.
“Is Mr. Kristoff expecting you?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Mr. Kristoff is extremely busy this evening. Perhaps you should call to make an appointment.”
“Could you just tell him that Gabrielle D’Bennedeto has returned and wishes to speak with him?”
The security guard looked at the note and smiled at me.
“Listen, you seem like a very nice young woman. The way you look, you’ll be eate
