*Chloe*
The burly security guard motioned toward me. I couldn't believe the man's immense size. He took up most of the hallway. He motioned with a ham-fisted hand.
“Let's see your invitation."
I reached into my purse and took out the folded paper, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I held it out and he plucked it from my fingers without preamble.
He stared at the invitation, and then at me. “Everything seems to check out. I can send you on your way in a moment."
Relief flooded through me. “Thank you so much, sir."
“I just have to run this over you first." He took a handheld wand out of his pocket. It looked like one of the metal detectors they use at the airport.
“Do you really think I have weapons concealed in this outfit?" I asked incredulously.
“I'm not looking for guns. I'm
