[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks -> Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

Josephine listened to Haakon's words very closely. She agreed with much of what he said. She may not have put the pieces together so easily, but she had woman's intuition, and that tended to beat logic by a mile. Peter rubbed her the wrong way. Not because he didn't accept her advances or even acknowledge her status or looks. She didn't know he had an eye for Miss Munn, but that made it even more unusual. They seemed to have a past, that much was sure, based on how Miss Munn and the old man reacted to his arrival, but she couldn't get past his story just now. It should be in the movies, how unbelievable it was. She would have to do some digging later, perhaps some investigation, but for now they had other matters to attend to.

Speaking of that, Haakon mentioned her finger. She glanced down at it and waved her hand, [color=F48CA7]"Truth be told, darling, I forgot all about it with all the ruckus and nonsense that just occurred. It stings a bit, to be sure, but nothing more than that. I do hope we get to the bottom of all of this. Not only because it would be a good story for you and a great movie idea for me, but this is truly mind boggling."[/color]

Soon they reached the hotel. Not hers, of course, and she wondered if Haakon got any ideas. She wouldn't mind, of course. She needed a break, [color=F48CA7]"Seems we are at your hotel. Are you going to invite me in, darling?"[/color]