GABRIEL
Washington DC
She made it to HQ first. I pressed the security button so the monitor would pop up. I must say, Dasha's place was state of the art, one of the most highly secured HQs we had. The receptionist recognized me in an instant but she still wanted my hand on the monitor.
"Sorry Sir," with her Russian accent, "Dasha did not inform us that you are coming."
I just nodded at her and went straight to the elevator; they were probably in the conference room. The room was dark but when I stepped on it, it lit up. I opened the door and there she was leaning on a table, hair in a bun. She looked corporate with her office attire. I did not know she had eyeglasses; they did not include that in her files.
"Gabriel, you know I hate surprises! Why are you here?" Dasha looked shocked.
