Waking up the next morning, Hannah was certain she needed more answers before she could call Andrew.  There were so many questions and knew he relied upon her for answers in flying.  She showered and dressed warmly, the temperatures dipping into the first cold of the fall season.  Leaving the hotel, she had a feeling Ethan would find her if she wanted him to.  Taking a brisk walk through Central Park near Strawberry Fields, after about ten minutes, that tingling feeling upon her neck was back.  Slowing to a stop, Hannah called out, “I can feel you’re there, Ethan.  Please show yourself, we need to talk.”  A few breaths later, she heard the crunch of gravel as someone approached.  “You called and here I am.”  He looked as handsome and stately as the evening before.<br/><br/>While she tried to glean information from him, a beautiful woman stepped into the United American bank corporate office requesting to speak with Specialist, Andrew McGuire.  She was of medium height, red hair falling loosely down her back, emerald green eyes that sparkled like stars. Her stunning figure was shown off in a flattering cream dress that outlined her abundant breasts, small waist, and trim hips.  Upon her perfect tiny feet, she wore three-inch strappy heels, nails tastefully painted to compliment and bring attention to her high arches and smooth skin.  Her heart shaped face was looking down, luscious lips caught between pearly white teeth as she rummaged through a small bag.  Male employees made inane excuses just to catch a glimpse of her.