I didn't know if he was serious or not, so I said, "Text me, then," over my shoulder as I walked out.
I could sense him behind me as I went, watching me walk, and I suddenly had to concentrate so I didn't trip. Even when I wasn't looking at him, his presence was overwhelming.
The driver and guard arrived at my cubicle at six, a large scruffy man who smiled down at me.
"Ready to go, Ms. Laurentia?"
"Sure!"
We chatted cheerfully all the way to my house, mostly about the orphanage piece I'd written. He was interested in it, had known a man who came out of the system and was upset at the thought of there being problems.
"I'm afraid it's just getting started," I said, and he nodded. "That's why they've called my company in I guess."
He made me wait to get out of the car until he opened
