I hear a knock on my hotel room door at precisely seven o'clock. I give my reflection one last look, and I am pleased with what I see. My makeup is flawless, and my beautiful blonde hair is put up with a few curls along my face. My hair looks great in contrast to the blazing red lipstick. I go to the door on my stilettos and fling it open.

Three men in formal look appear in front of me once more, expressionless. "Miss." One just in front of me says, "Please come with me?" I nod, and he marches in front of me with the other two walking at...