Walking through the front door, takes a deep breath.  The scents of history and cheap perfume.  Wrinkling her nose a little, she lets the doors close behind her.  She is supposed to meet someone from personnel.  Not even sure of what her job title would be, but hoping she could get close to some of the artifacts.  This raises some hope inside her.  Looking around, she'll try to locate someone who can assist her.  

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In the large lobby Hebony will spot a middle aged woman with frizzy hair in a skirt-suit. She is standing inside a half circle desk thing and wearing a name badge that reads 'Wendy'.

She seems to be the person to see if you need to find things in the museum. She is directing patrons as well as a few of the very green security staff...

She walks over to Wendy.  
"Hello."

Hebony pulls out a sheet with her appointment time and information, and hands  it to Wendy.  

"I need to speak with human resourses, please."  
 
First impressions are always very important, so she gives her best smile. She even wore her newest, and best black dress for this event.  

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Wendy had pegged Hebony as maybe being Ahmeds americanized slut of a daughter. That would even explain why he went all Allah Akbar! on the night security staff... Take away a man like Ahmeds family honor and hes like an animal.

Wendy snaps out of her profiling as she looks over the sheet.

'Oh, your a bit early Miss... Harere.'

She butchers the last name, pronouncing it Harrier, like the jet. Wendy offers a chaste and professional smile as she digs into her desk producing a visitors pass and a big black marker to write on the pass with.

'The Human Resources office is on the fourth floor. The elevator is to your left down this hall. Take a right out the door, if you hit modern art youve gone too far.'

She chirps away like a stressed out bird, handing Hebony the visitors pass on a clip and her information sheet back.  

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She keeps that smile going even though she got her name butcherd horribly. She should get use to that

"Thank you, Ms. Wendy you are very helpful." With this she nods to her politly and retrives her information. She remembers what her tribe said about Americans. Greedy, obnoxious and the worst of humanity, this one proves it. Plus, this Wendy needed to go on a diet.
 
She walks down the hallway to the left. Attatching the visitors badge onto the edge of her dress Hebony pushes the button to the elevator.  She steps in, and turns pushing the fourth floor button.  

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The elevators doors slide closed smoothly. The building is a rather new construction so the elevators are top of the line. Hebony wont have any sensation of movement until the doors open again revealing her to be on a different floor.

The foyer they open to contains a gallery of sculptures. The centerpiece being a white marble statue of a curvacious nude woman doing battle with a very large snake. The rest of the scultptures are your typical modern pieces. Everything from abstract 'crashed helicopter' looking twisted metal to marble disembodied heads of recognizable historic figures.

There are benches scattered about, each dedicated to a museum donator. Hebony seems to have this floor mostly to herself. There is a young man, probably college aged with greasy asymetrical hair sitting on a bench with a sketchpad. But aside from him and whoever is in the offices the floor is still and quiet.

Across the foyer Hebony will see a hallway with offices on either side. At the end of the hall there is the room that houses the current modern art exhibits. The room is roped off and a hanging sign reads: Reserved.  

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Looking around she sees all of the wonderful history, and she takes a moment to enjoy it. She can relate to that statue, very much infact. Walking over to the young man she gives him, once again, her best smile.

"Good morning. I wonder if Human resourses is here right now?"

Noting the mans apperance she was guessing a, oh what was the word, oh yes a nerd.  

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The young man looks up from his sketchpad when Hebony speaks to him. He frowns faintly at her. Everywhere he goes attractive women think he works there... The mall, the coffee-shop, all over campus. Frankly, hes sick of it.

'Well uh, maybe you want to try knocking on their door or something?'

He offers, in a quiet and slightly irritated voice.

She nods noting instantly the irritated voice, and she frowns a little.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you. I did not know if you worked here or not. I should have asked.

"She gives him a smile and then looks up to the sign and tilts her head. It says reserved which means do not enter. That's always an invite.  

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'Whatever Shatner-lady.'

The greasy haired young man goes back to his sketch as she begins looking around. In the near silence of the fourth floor she will hear faint music from the human resources office. So someone is clearly in there or at least left their radio on.

Realizing she pretty much finished this conversation, Hebony steps back. Once they stopped talking she hears the music; turning her head toward the sound she will follow it to the HR office. Stopping infront of the door she reaches out ,and knocks on the wood softly. She hopes someone is there to greet her.

 "Come in," faintly echoes from behind the door. The voice sounds masculine, but from a man short in stature.

Upon opening the door you see a man seated behind a broad desk. He has brown hair cut short and balding, a mustache and the thickest set of glasses you have seen in quite some time. He seems to be fidgeting with his computer and the mountain of paperwork on his desk. He has not even glanced up before he replies, "Just set it in the correct folder."

He appears to have mistaken you for someone that he was expecting.

She looks over the office. This entire building is cold, not degree's, cold in enviroment. Her homeland is warm, welcoming, close. Everyone knew each other. That, and she couldn't be confused with a plane for Hade's sake. She was use to caring about the person, not the object, though that isn't always the case. Hebony suddenly feels underdressed. This office makes her want to go home, and change into something that covers her entire body, like a blanket.

"I beg your pardon? My name is Hebony Harere. I realize I am early."

She relized he confused her with someone else. This way she can introduce herself and get his attention politely.  

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 He glances up in surprise, then looks at the clock on the wall. He absently brushes some crumbs off his shirt before standing up with a slight smile.

"I apologize Ms. Harere I don't know where the time went. Yes your appointment, please take a seat," gesturing at a chair.

"Can I get you something? Coffee or a soda?" as he walks over to a bookshelf piled with various industry magazines and collection books. There is a small refrigerator and a coffee machine on top of it that appears to have been cleaned a year ago. He starts filling his cup that says 'Geologists make the bed rock', before turning to determine if she wanted something as well.

She nods in gratitude and slowly lowers herself into the seat. It feels almost too rough against her skin. She is use to sitting in sand, and on pillows. She places her feet firmly on the ground with her legs together. Hebony also places her purse on her lap with her hands on the purse.

"Coffee would be delightful, Thank you very much"

She liked this man. Not only did he pronouce her name right, but he had a warm feeling about him that almost reminded her of her uncle. Coffee was a wonderful idea. She needed a cup really bad consitering the state of her nerves. Trying to get use to everything. From sand to concrete ; desert to urban jungle.  

 He smiles, nodding his head in response as he grabs what looks like an old cup and saucer from a cabinet nearby. It is an older looking set that seems to depict a deer hunting scene in a pink luster. He slowly pours the coffee carefully filling the set.

"Would you care for any cream or sugar?" he absently replies. He has always drank his coffee black and often forgets others might not share his tastes.

"Oh, I do apologize, my name is Benjamin Longstreet. I do appreciate your punctuality. I often get sidetracked and am trying to finish the last touches concerning our new exhibit. It seems there are always more things that need to be handled then time in the day."

She softly chuckles which sounds closer to a purr in her throat. She does like this man. Something about him keeps her intrest. She notes the cup, and this makes her tilt her head a little. That is a huge cup for coffee. In her mind anyway. The coffee cups in Egypt are half that size. Does he want her up for a week? Oh, this is going to be amusing.

"Black, please. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr Longstreet"

The deer on the cup catchs her intrest, but only for a moment.

"I understand, making sure that the Museaum is up and running must be very difficult. Of course, you do have a top notch Egyptian display. That alone is not an easy task to upkeep."

 He smiles at her compliments and walks over handing her the cup and saucer carefully. You can easily see now they are very old indeed, perhaps some piece that had not made the grade for the museum and was requisitioned to his office as a guest cup long ago.

"It does certainly take some effort. I saw on your application that you are from there. Your government has been most gracious in lending out your peoples antiquities over the years," as he resumes his seat, clearing some papers from the stacks and drawing out your application.

"Now what exactly are you applying for? Perhaps I overlooked it..." as he casually glances over the document in his hands.