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Ferrying tulips (she had selected them herself) from Amsterdam to New York paid rather well, and discovering that she and her entire crew were expected to occupy rooms at the Stark Tower for the night should have been an unexpected bonus. But Carolyn Knapp-Shappey lingered a moment before leaving the safety of GERTI for the waiting limo. Fortunately she had long since taken to stashing a small suitcase with a change of underthings and small necessities at the back of the hold. A fortuitous habit which allowed her to maintain an air of dignity despite her growing sense of unease.