Anna Fernandez entered the conference room punctually at nine-thirty the following morning. She was an attractive, dark-haired woman in her mid-forties. Tanya greeted her before introducing her to myself, Danni and Angela.
“I am honored to meet you, Colonel Peterson.” Anna’s English was perfect with only the hint of an accent. “I read about your Foundation’s work in Uganda last year and I’m really happy that you’ve agreed to assist us with our problem.”
“Please, call me Brad, and you’re welcome. Helping children is one of the main aims of the Peterson Foundation.”
“And a very noble one. Before I begin my presentation, there is one issue I’d like to discuss with you.”
I nodded. “No problem.” The four of us accompanied her to a corner of the room.
Her face turned serious. “Since I last
