Not Quite A Hermit

I get an alarm from my front gate monitoring system. I turn on the audio part of the system and I hear a woman’s voice. The woman wants to talk to me. I turn on the video part of the system. The video part of the system shows me a well dressed young woman standing in front of a newish BMW automobile.
I ask the woman: “What it is that you want of me?”
The woman says that she wants to talk with me about ‘some situations.’
I sigh, “My most pressing situation is that there are a lot of people who want to kill me and for a variety of reasons.”
The woman says, “My name is Jianna Savoy. I have no gun, no knife, no poison.”
My metal scanning part of the system, shows no gun, no big knife.
I muse, “Jianna, your Savoy family is opposed to The Lozenge Corporation. The Lozenge Corporation, mostly one Ricky at The Lozenge Corporation, is still a major problem for me. Perhaps our interests lie in the same direction. If our interests lie in the same direction, perhaps it will be useful for us to talk. However, no tricks. You may drive your fancy car up to the top of the driveway loop. Then came and ring my doorbell.”
I then cause my front gate to open.
The lady gets into her fancy BMW automobile and drives up to the top of the driveway loop. Then she gets out of her car, walks to my front door and rings the doorbell.
I have done a scan of the area and I detect no danger. I have closed the front gate. I greet the lady, have her don indoor shoes and then I welcome her in to my house.
I get the lady settled on a couch, opposite my big chair.
I lecture the lady, “I was hired by The Lozenge Corporation as a Project Manager. I worked hard and smart. I did some nice things for The Lozenge Corporation. I was then replaced, as Project Manager, without notice, by Ricky’s boy. Due to some of my financial concerns, at the time, I stayed on and worked for Ricky’s boy at The Lozenge Corporation. As a reward for my hard work, I was to be exiled to a desert field site, by Ricky’s boy, on just above bread and water wages. I quit my slave job at The Lozenge Corporation. Ricky’s boy ran the project, that I developed, into the ground and then Ricky wanted me to come back and recover the project, on a salary of two bowls of gruel per day. I politely declined Ricky’s offer and continued to work for a competitor of The Lozenge Corporation. Ricky then fired his Project Manager boy and sent goons after me. The first two The Lozenge Corporation attack goons wound up as cripples, for the rest of their lives, The second two The Lozenge Corporation attack goons wound up as paraplegics, for the rest of their lives. Ricky then put out a contract on me. The goon who killed me would earn 100,000 USD. I then retreated to the sanctuary of my castle here, (I wave my hands about me to indicate my whole house.) I now live here, making my living by trading stocks and also by leasing mathematical computer routines, for tactical computers, to the United States government.”