Not to mention the gaggle of late-arriving reporters who tried to confront her in the lobby. She would have been mauled, except a guard rushed over. The stocky man inserted himself between Elena and the yammering reporters. He was swiftly joined by Reginald, who ushered her toward the elevators while rudely shoving the reporters away. But all Elena could think of, as the elevator doors shut on the lobby and the din, was how much she just wanted to be certain. About the direction she was taking. About the threat. About the nation and the economy. About what God wanted her to do. She realized Reginald had said something to her. Elena replied, “I want you to call off your bodyguards.” “Dr. Burroughs, I’m not sure . . .” He stopped as the doors opened. “I want them gone,” she said firmly, and strode away. To her vast relief, the dreamers’ conference call was cut short. Several of the major television networks begged them to start the news conference early, as they wanted to carry the conference live before the markets opened.
