<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/3wn5cs.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Peggy Barnes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peggy_Lipton)</strong><br/><em>CGDA Lippy</em><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">       </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Where</strong>: Manhattan, at Jaclyn’s office at 11.<br/><strong>When:</strong> Day two of CGDA’s Pursuit of Jaclyn.<br/><strong>With:</strong> Nicky, and Jaclyn’s receptionist</span></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">For dinner, I dress in a boho long dress with a suit jacket over it against the cold, and my sturdy city purse, sturdy strap against grab and run and sturdy closing buckles against pick pockets. Nicky and I enjoy a lovely Italian dinner. The only Italian I’ve had before this is west coast stuff that hasn’t been to Italy in too many generations, and pizza. This place feels like maybe Rome. Some guy greets Nicky as Mr. Luther and then Calvin and then beams at me and takes my hands and kisses both cheeks and seems about to propose we get married but instead ushers us inside to a booth toward the back near the kitchen. Red wine and we never order and small tastes come out of the kitchen and Nicky and I are left alone to talk.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So, I you said that Jaclyn’s peeps didn’t seem to flinch at giving you an hour? What did you tell them? Seems unusual unless you used just the right words to get them interested.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nicky is gallant and charming and I take his arm as I might a date for our stroll back to our hotel. We’re both aware of street crime so my purse is over my shoulder and between us and his wallet is in his jacket pocket near my arm in his. </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Too many people here, Nicky. Visiting is fine, staying I don’t think I could do. Lots of people in California too, but we don’t stack us on top of each other. This feels wedged in with a huge shoehorn into shoes two sizes too small. Tell me about where you live.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">And so finally back to our hotel to sleep. Plan is to have coffee brought up in the morning and then room service breakfast and then at 10:40 walk the four blocks to Jaclyn’s office. I’m up and bathed and dressed in my jumpsuit and walking sandals not long after the coffee arrives. We order some breakfast and take turns with sections of the newspaper. A real newspaper too, not that USA Today stuff. Too many people so you get too much newspaper.<br/><br/>At 10:35, we’re headed down and at 10:55 we see a nondescript storefront with a adjacent understated door with th elogo I’d been expecting.</span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/gp7o5q.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Looks like we’ve come to the right place, Nicky.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">An elevator and stairway greet us, the sign has our destination on the second floor so we walk up. Marble stairs worn a bit concave with use. Hand polished banisters, many years of hands. Another set of doors and we enter a small atrium and with a vacant receptionist desk. Ring the bell to let those farther in know there are guests.</span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/2ejntp.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Jenser Gambino</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Executive Assistant<br/>to the CEO<br/>JR Enterprises<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Well dressed brunet – 30s maybe, arrives not too long later.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Good morning! You must be the people looking for our Ms. Rosendahl. Please come in! We’ll meet in the boardroom”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">We follow her into a very nice conference room. Interesting, no chairs at either the head or foot of the table and no sign of presentation screens. She seats us in the middle of one side. Offers us coffee or soft drinks. I accept a bottler of water. She sits to my left, leaving good space between us. She offers two business cards.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Legal and Finance will be arriving shortly. I’m Jennifer Gambino, please call me Genser. We spoke on the phone yesterday, we don’t generally have a receptionist. I’m Jaclyn’s Executive Assistant. I sorta do her job when she’s not around and she’s been gone longer than we expected and more mysteriously than ever too. More on her communications with us when the other two arrive.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">I offer three of my business cards.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Pleased to meet you Genser, regrettably under difficult circumstances. I’m Peggy Barnes, Do you mind if I take notes on my phone or even record our conversation today?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">No title, she can get that from the business cards. I get out my phone awaiting her answer.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Let’s ask Margot, our Chief Counsel, about that. She may choose to record as well.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Professional! Flash back to my 5 month stint as a apprentice paralegal back on the coast. Keep everything above board with equals. With clients we took lots of notes. Now it’s Nicky’s turn.</span></span><br/>