<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Nicky<br/><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><br/>As soon as we're introduced to this Ms. Gambino, my heart sinks.  I'd felt so good, in having given away so little, and having had nothing asked about why I was seeking to meet with Margot Fenring.  But it seems that they knew exactly why and, more than that, we've been set up to meet with this woman instead.<br/><br/>She must be some sort of buffer to be placed between us and the information we're looking for.   But at least it seems like Ms. Fenring will at least be attending the meeting, in her own time.<br/><br/>I try not to let any of my disappointment show in my expression, as I accept a coffee and a bottle of water.<br/><br/>"By all means, if you wish to take notes or record our meeting, please feel free to do what ever you need to.  Will Ms. Fenring be joining us soon?"