<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>… things happen in slow motion … we ease toward the table as she plays all weird with her knife … when the door opens … Peter! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Careful Peter, she has a big knife!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yep, not a little pig sticker stiletto either … David Bowie style … Lupita turns us to face Peter … something? … oh! … Peter looks left … Lupita’s untrained eyes follow … I watch Peter … when out from behind him darts a figure who grabs the knife arm … breaks the knife free and it skitters across the floor … I start to drop, prepared to roll and defend, when Peter catches me … the two circle … Lupita bolts … the woman straightens and asks if I’m okay … I extract myself from Peter’s protection and smile …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Never better! Lovely move! Military training? Never mind, you must be our next candidate, Ms. Jekesai? Please have a seat. You too, please Peter.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… go to the sink … take a glass and fill it with water … turn and lean against the counter and look at the two … my rescuers … maybe … that’s how it turned out … so move on … two candidates left … and this Jekesai has some wicked skills! … finish the water and move to my seat at the table …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So we’ve met, Ms. Jekesai. I’m Jaclyn Rosendahl. My large colleague is Peter Warcaof.”</span></span>before<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and I continue as we did before … her answers are full of confidence …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you so much, Ms. Jekesai. Please wait outside while we speak with the final candidate.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she agrees and goes to the door … the next candidate is not there … we wait 15 minutes for him and nothing … glance at Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Well I guess we have a guide!”</span></span><br/>