<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I emerge from the hell that is Immigration and look around. There's a burst of noise from a bouncing redhead, a different look certainly, next to the bulk of Peter and another. I head over.<br/><br/>"Morning, maybe evening, Peter, how are you? And you must be Ari, yes? Is this your secretary?"<br/><br/>I gesture at Miss J, before giggling and reaching out for a hug.<br/><br/>"Hello, boss, looking good, may I say, very fiery! Can I go home now?"<br/><br/>I wonder what has caused this summons, much as I have for the last day.