"I want to give you a card of someone I work with in the Netherlands," Beatrix decided; and Willem got the impression that the decision had been an important one for her. "Just in case you ever want to, I don’t know, have coffee or something. She’s in The Hague." She shuffled through some papers on her door desk and came up with a document—a hard copy of a report, with a nice cover. A business card was clipped to it. She pulled that off and handed it to Willem.