Smoothing down my skirt, I enter the elevator and glance at the narrow mirror by the door, sighing as I take my place beside the other staff. I look better and feel better and more in control. I’ve only been back at Executive House for a few days. Still, somehow the familiarity of this building and the people who knew me as Jake’s assistant and treated me with more respect than I received at Carrero Tower have helped me get back on track.  

I’ve barely slept the last few ...