She clears her throat. This was something she had hoped she wouldn't have to face.

"I was hoping that I could find a position that could put me close to the artifacts. You see, it all intrests me. I realize I am no professor, nor have been trained as such. I will do my best to preform any job you see me qualified."

She takes a sip of the coffee and its all she can do to not spit it back out. ( 2008-12-18 18:31:30 hebony rolls 6 dice to trying to keep composure  7,4,9,1,5, 2 (1 success) )

"Blessed Ra"

She whispers without thinking. She would have thought that he made a mistake in her order, but she saw him pour the coffee. This is, well it isn't coffee, it's flavored water to her. She takes another sip letting it run down her throat. She can't put the glass down without finishing it. This is going to be a long day.  

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 "Well, you are especially suited to act under our Egyptian curator, especially with your ethnic background. We also have a few other openings, mostly in our exhibition hall and courtesy desk. I'd like to hear what is of interest to you and why you believe you are qualified?" as he sets the paperwork down and looks her in the eyes.

He sits back in his chair, obviously he was intrigued by the application as he has made no reference to it. Now comes that point in the application process wherein you sell yourself.

She listens to what he has to say, and this makes her smile. Hebony looks into his eyes shifting slightly to face him fully and give him all of her attention.

"History intrests me. It is the how, and the why. My family has enduldged my intrest in the occult, turning into a passion. They also raised me to search for answers."

She takes a breath, and sips her coffee letting him take that statment in before she continues. This is important to her, and she wants to show that through her actions.

" I have researched a lot on the subect of occult primarily. I have also seen a little on that subject. I know how to read between the lines. Find the meaning in many riddles. "

She takes a bigger sip of the flavored water. Then, she lets him digest what she said.

 He drinks his coffee while listening to you, nodding a few times in agreement. At your pause he says, "I can certainly tell you are quite interested in the subject and the occult aspects of the Egyptian exhibit always do seem to attract most of the attention. The main exhibition hall is definitely a bit more hectic though. It is our showplace for traveling exhibits and receives the most attention from the public. The courtesy desk is basically a receptionist and you answer various questions from our guests. All three are paid quite differently," as he cuts to the chase, knowing he will really not have to deal with her beyond hiring, that falls upon the individual curators discretion.

"Certainly the highest paying of the three is the Main hall, followed by the Egyptian hall, and then the receptionist. I will say that the Egyptian curator Dr. Saif is a bit of an intimidating individual and can sometimes be a bit rough on his staff. Nothing against him, mind you, just a bit of warning. Our Main hall curator Mrs. Hamilton is a more friendly, but can be a bit zealous concerning the new exhibits," trying to give her a bit of information to consider before her selection.

He had wanted to tell her that the last three people Dr. Saif had working under him all quit in days and left in tears, but always thought it might be considered presumptuous to assume he had anything to do with that.

Intimidating people never really bothered her. She wanted to know just what was brought to the museum. Of course, if he pissed her off, well, she could just piss on his boot in a dark ally one night. Not like this, of course.

"I believe I would love to give Dr. Saif a try"

She finishes the detestable flavored water and sets the cup on her lap. Even if she has to find it on-line she is going to find a place with good coffee. At least, this cup was hot. She takes a moment to look at Long Street again. She wouldn't see him that often unless she were to visit him. She might just do that. She likes him. He's of the first friendly Americans she's ever faced. Most being rich sobs trying to buy up oil, slaves, or land.

"I believe the only question is, when do I start, Mr LongStreet"  

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 He smiles having finally found someone to fill that vacant position. He even feels a bit optimistic about the situation, they might have their culture to make it work out.

"Well Dr. Saif is currently away to authenticate a recent buy, but he should be returning in two days. I'll inform him to expect you promptly at eight in the morning. He is usually a bit early though. He can be a bit coarse at first, but I'm certain you will both get along well enough. You will be his understudy here though he can certainly describe the position better then I."

He starts looking over the paperwork and looks up at her,"I'll be needing all your documentation, then I'll get you into the system. I'll get you an identification card as well so you can get into the museum before we open."

"8 in the morning two days from now. Of course. I will be delighted to meet him."

With this, she hands him everything she received, from her Visa to a social security card. This seems to be a huge pain in Horus's rump, but it seems to need to be done. She keeps her full attention on him through out this procedure. No need to find something that interests her. At least not yet. She knows she'll have plenty of time to get her hands dirty in two days.