Amy walked beside her escort through the halls of the original headquarters building of the Central Intelligence Agency. They passed by the wall where portraits of past directors hung neatly and then turned the corner and moved through the glass-encased hallway to the new headquarters building. Today she would finally get to work on a case that related to her new job. Even though she had done well in her training, doubts were creeping in as the day drew closer that she would start working with Brent’s unit. She knew now that he didn’t want to see her. Of that she had little doubt. She just had to figure out a way to live with his decision. Her heart ached, something she had never known was physically possible. She forced herself to go through each day wondering if she could possibly do this job knowing that she would have to see Brent every day. After the time they had spent together, she knew he cared for her, at least to some extent.
