<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we make our way to the first class lounge … cooked to order breakfast and coffee … we board the A380-800 and are soon on our way to New York … spend a bit of time looking at business … plan my next trip in general … would like to start in a couple of days depending on what we learn from Peter’s brother … then another double and then a nap …<br/><br/>… awake as we start our descent … we land and taxi and gather our carry ons … at baggage claim, we engage a porter to handle our luggage … head for US Customs … I present my passport … the agent glances at it and asks me to ‘please wait’ after I pass through the turnstile … I’m approached by a fit young fellow in a dark suit and white shirt and dark tie and sunglasses … he holds out an envelope …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Ms. Rosendahl, a colleague who is also your friend asked me to hand this to you. Please open it when you’re at your hotel.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  take the envelope from him and he vanishes into the crowd … glance at the envelope as I put it inside my purse … blank on the outside …Peter clears customs …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Well that was strange. Did you notice what happened? He told me the envelope he handed me is from a friend of mine and to only open it in my hotel. Plain envelope, so I guess I’ll do just that. Let’s go get us some transportation.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we head for the exit and taxi stands … as we emerge, there’s the usual row of limo drivers … a gray haired, Italian looking fellow in a suit and driver’s cap is holding a sign reading ‘Warcaof’ … I guess Corinne got my message and had our flight met … we tip the porter … by 3:15 pm we’re wending our way through traffic headed for the Bennington … take out my phone and turn it on … text messages and emails come in … one from Corinne about the limo … answer her, ‘he found us. on our way now’ … send her a Glympse (https://glympse.com/) if she wants to track us … setle back, the rest of the messages can wait … turn to Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My plan is spend some time in my room and then dinner at the bar. 7:00 o’clock seem good? If Ari has arrived, he can join us. Corner of the bar unless he needs to talk spook, in which case one of those high backed booths.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Brooklyn traffic and then onto Manhattan …</em></span></span><br/>