9
Revelations
It was an emergency planning session. I was about to take a red eye to Quebec when I got the message. I was ordered to reroute to Dubai. It wasn’t long after Alaska—what they were calling Snowfall. The meeting took place in a seven-star hotel. Nadia Mishra was leading the session, the new Head of Ops. The others were senior committee members. All different countries of origin. Some public figures. So I knew it was big. Especially as I’d been called in as personal security. Type A's rarely provide security. We're generally kept well away from the organisation itself.
So I stood there, early morning, tired from the flight. Inside a conference room on the sixty-fourth floor of the Marriot. Staring at a giant window full of clouds. Pretending not to listen.
“Security, inside
