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Michael Digging out my phone I glance down at the screen and see a new message from Orlando stating that they are in the elevator on their way up here. I begin pacing the room for what seems like the hundredth time since I've been here attempting to figure out if I made the right decision in coming here. "I know you're nervous Mike, but you being here is a good thing if we wish to make any kind of breaking point with her." Olga states calmly from her chair. "Yeah, you've said that." And she has. She has told me since I walked in here twenty minutes ago, that this was a good thing, that my being here will help Whitney, that she will react positively when she sees me. However I am still determining if I want to bolt right out of the window and take my chances on the fall. "Just try and