Isabella jumped up, eager to get there.  She put her arm through her Dad’s and gave it a squeeze, smiling up at him.  “I’m always ready to go with you, Dad.  You know that!”  She was a little surprised he had taken so long.  It was a rare day that she had to wait on someone else to get ready.  Maybe he was slowing down in his old age.  She really didn’t like to think about that.<br/><br/>On the way to the office, Isabella looked at him.  “So, Dad, what’s on your plate the rest of the week?  I know you have that meeting with the Ambassador of….Spain, right?  Why is he coming to see you?”  She wasn’t terribly interested, just making small talk.  The closer they got to the office, the more excited she was.  Even though she had to be clandestine in her learning, it made her feel like a part of the company.  Gave her a purpose.  She was already getting some ideas about her future.<br/>