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Berlin Tegel Airport.
Busy.
Modern.
International.
We entered through the same door, from different directions.
Me, back in my rich globetrotting guise of Katerina Alaverdy. A chic black pencil dress, matching shoes and my trusty Gucci shades. Hair clipped up tight to my head. Freshly showered and changed in an airport hotel.
I pulled a charcoal carry-on case behind me across a buffed grey concourse. Philippe walked a good distance behind, dressed in a dark suit and Italian leather shoes, a white shirt, black tie and a set of trendy, fake-lens spectacles, wheeling a carry-on of his own. Business people travel light, he’d told me. And for the purposes of our little trip to sunny Venezuela, I was a marketing intern working for an international coffee company. Philippe wa
