A few seconds later, courtesy of an implanted memory from Joe, I remembered the entire meeting as seen by the invisible, sensor-equipped drone we had positioned in Arroyo's office in the Presidential Palace.
President Arroyo sat at his desk, glancing through a sheaf of papers in his hand. He was interrupted by a short beep from the intercom on his desk. His secretary's voice said, "He's here" through the device from the reception area outside the office.
Arroyo smiled, "Good, send him in, please." He put the papers in a manilla folder, closed it and slid it to the side. The door opened, the man who claimed he was Pablo Rodriguez entered and shut the door behind him.
Arroyo gestured to the chair in front of his desk, "Please have a seat, Mr. Vargas. We have much to discuss."
