“I know”, is my response as he sits in the chair across from me, and we begin. He sets a manilla envelope on the small table between us, which contains my new documents:
•Government issued drivers license for the state of Nevada
•A passport which contains stamps from several Mexican cities and ports, as well as many cities in Asian countries: Vietnam, Singapore, Philippines South Korea, Maldives, European destinations, Africa, all over the world really
•A plane ticket from Washington, D.C. To Las Vegas Nevada
•Three credit cards issued in my new name
2.4 million people across the globe are victims of human trafficking, and one in five are children. That sad fact is the reason I’m here.
I work for the DOJ, Department Of Justice, the man across from me heads up the Presidents Interagency Task Force To Combat Human Trafficking, under the umbrella of The United Nations Global Initiative To Fight Human Trafficking.
I’ve done my homework, and while outwardly calm and confident, I’m nervous as hell, anxious to get started.
THE DAILY POST
Sep 8, 2014
You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.”