[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

To other women, being referred to as a "lady of the night" as they so eloquently put it would be an insult. Who wanted to be compared to those women whose sole purpose was to have as much sex as possible in order to earn their pay.

To Josephine, however; she considered this a compliment.

She laughed it off with a wave of her hand, [color=F48CA7]"Not to worry, darling. Quite alright. Do forgive my rudeness, but with all that has happened so far, you can hardly blame me for jumping at the next surprise. And do forgive Haakon, darling. He is a journalist and is naturally inquisitive. He didn't mean to be rude."[/color] She let the man continue his rounds. She was extremely curious as to why the man was here. Apparently, he should be dead, but he was obviously not. It perked her mind and she wanted answers. However, she could read the room quite well and now was not the time to force her way in. Instead, she needed to pick her battles. They wanted her gone, so gone she will go. But she [i]will[/i] get answers. That much is sure.

[color=F48CA7]"Now, drinks and food sound marvelous. All this excitement has left me quite thirsty. Shall we?"[/color] she said to no one in particular as she followed the others outside of the room of intellectuals.