This situation has made me extremely nervous, and I have a hard time hiding it as I am on my way to meet Amir Saffif. The driver parks in front of the luxurious hotel where the businessman is staying and opens the passenger side door. "Mr. Saffif is waiting for you in the central restaurant of the hotel," he explains to me, and I forcefully smile at him.

"Thank you," I answer and then walk towards the entrance. I look for my cell phone in the bag and take it out to write a message to Alejandro,