Brandy gathered her hair into a high ponytail and secured it with a rubber band. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she splashed some cool water on her face. After patting her face dry she nodded slightly. "You deserve this." She mumbled to herself. "You did all the work, you deserve all the credit." With one final deep breath, she pushed her bag further up her shoulder and exited the bathroom. Reaching into her bag she pulled out the specialized I.D. she had been given and clipped it to her light brown jacket. Smoothing out her clothes, Brandy looked around and spotted the museum coordinator. Strolling up to him she smiled softly. "Hello sir, I'm Brandy Parks. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The stocky, middle-aged man shook her hand and greeted her. "I assume you've had a tour of our lovely facilities." He said gesturing to the room of their latest exhibits.
She nodded. "Oh yes, this is one of my favorite archaeological museums in the world. I come every time you add something new. And it looks like it's my turn to provide that something new." She said with a chuckle.
"You would assume correctly. Of course the entire archaeology community was impressed with your findings, some would like to have the opportunity to mull over your findings and get the scientific proof to back them." He explained walking her slowly around the room.
Slightly shocked, Brandy took a moment to collect her thoughts. "I was...unaware that there was disagreements towards the legitimacy of my findings. It was my knowledge that with Mr. Reed funding my explorations and digs, no one would be blantantly obvious about their lack of belief."
Sighing, the man stopped at one of the exhibits. It was a precious stone incased in a glass box. Of course, this was only a well created replica. In all actuality the real stone was stored underground in a temperature controlled bunker. Not many of the artifacts were placed there though. In other museums, everything above ground was a fake. But here, the lack of interest in art, culture, and science somehow spurred the company into leaving all of their relishes to be seen by the public. That is, of course, permitting the condition of said artifacts. The coordinator turned his attention from the encased gem and laid his gaze on Brandy. "While Mr. Reed is an upholding figure, you're finds seem far too staged to be real. If you take into consideration all the publications and digs that have proved your specimen to be non-existent, we have to get valid credentials from the entire board before we would let such a...debatable piece into our museum. I'm sorry."
"I--, but--, My findings are legitimate in every aspect. This--this is supposed to be my big break. I've surveyed the land, I've read the publications and journals, I've traced the geography all the way back here. Here in your own backyard, and you can't bother to give me my credit!" She exclaimed, her manner shifting from baffled to infuriated. "I have spent my entire life looking into this. I have had every door possible slammed in my face, and finally when things are looking up because I have funding. Finally when things are looking great, because I have a successful dig, you're telling me that it's not real!" She found herself shouting.
The coordinator glared at her until she finished. "If you are done," He said sending her a sharp look for deawing attention. "While we cannot host your artifacts, my team and I do find your skills invaluable and there is a job offering here if you wish to take it. You said for yourself, you have come here many times because we have the best findings in the world here. We want you to go and travel the globe, identifying recent finds and determining which are good enough to showcase here."
"I, I'll have to think about it." She stumbled out.
