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"At the event… today" Welch looks disconcerted. He's never seen me so scattered.

I nod and he starts talking about security procedures. I pretend to be interested and pay attention to every word, but the truth is that I can't.

"...and people who enter will have their credentials made upon entry using a biometric system, this avoids incidents"

"Good" is all I can say. "And Elena?" I ask, suddenly.

"She will be safe, sir. And undercover security will ensure her comfort as well" Welch assures. It's a shame the question wasn't related to that.

"She's in the Granger Holding convention hall, sir. Her and some organizers" Harley replies, as if guessing.

"Right. That was all" I conclude.

My wife is away from home, minding her professional life and I am here... as useful as a sports car without an engine.

The last hours are indifferent. I open the websites advertising the event to get some news or two about it, but they are all superficial. They do not talk about her, herself, about the determ