I am the Reincarnation of Helen of Troy

Chapter 8- flashbacks from a former life

I try not to be a bad person. I really do. Most people, in fact, say that I'm very nice. And so staring at the screen and getting ready to blackmail the William's family, I felt my conscious working against me. I knew blackmail was bad, and that I shouldn't do it, but I really wanted to get home. And when I'm desperate, I'll do desperate things. 

Suddenly, I heard a noise from outside in the hallway. I instantly tensed up, and strained my ears. Listening, I heard footsteps. Whoever was coming was going to be here soon. Turning back to the computer, I clicked the print button and waited impatiently, drumming my fingers on the desktop, and waited for the sheet to print. I glanced back anxiously at the door, willing the printer to work quicker. Come on! How long does it take to print one DWI report?

The footsteps were becoming dangerously loud, but luckily the sheets were finally done printing. Hurridely, I grabbed them, before folding them small enough so they would fit into my pocket. I then turned back to the computer and clicked out of the link, so the home page was again showing. 

Making sure to stay silent, I walked over to the door and quickly looked out. I couldn't see anyone in the hallway, though by the loud sound of footsteps, I knew that that would soon change. I closed the door behind me. I began to walk down the hallway, going as fast as I could without actually running. 

However, I didn't move fast enough. "Miss? What are you doing?" The voice was feminine. It sounded familiar, but barely so, as if I'd only heard it once or twice before. I turned around to see the voice was coming from my personal maid. 

She was looking at me with curiosity and suspicion in her eyes. I smiled at her, as warmly as I could for being panicked. "Oh," I said, laughing a little, "I was looking for the kitchen. I got a little thirsty and thought I'd go get some water." I mentally slapped myself for my pathetic excuse. 

She looked doubtful, and I knew instantly she hadn't believed a word I'd just said. However, instead of questioning me further or telling Theseus, she only answered. "Well, follow me. I'll get you some water. The kitchen is a little hard to find."

I couldn't understand why she wasn't chasticing or questioning me. But instead of thinking about it too much, I followed her as she began to walk down the hallway. For a couple minutes, we walked in silence. The silence was broken when I asked her a question.

"So, what's your name?" She looked over at me, her eyes studying, making me instantly feel self conscious. For some reason, I felt like she could see straight through me. I imagined her being able to see the report in my pocket. 

"You can call me Sally." "Sally." I said, nodding my head. I suddenly remembered how she always called me miss. "And you can call me Rosie." I told her, hoping she would in the future. "Sure." she said, giving me a curt nod. 

We arrived in the kitchen a few moments later. It state-of-the-art, with stainless steel viking appliances and glistening granite countertops. The cabinets were finished, and looked to be made of pine. I couldn't help but gape at it. Although all of the other rooms were extravegant also, this room outdid them all.

"This is probably the kitchen where all the chefs cook." I murmered. There was also a a richly decorated dining room connected to the kitchen. "And that's where the important business guests eat dinners while discussing business." I wasn't talking to anyone in particular, lost in the thought of all the finely dressed people who spent time here. I walked over to the dining room, and leaned against the wall, thinking about it. 

I blinked, and suddenly, everything was different. I realized with a start that I was having a moment similiar to the one I'd had in the limo with Thesesus. I remembered seeing Theseus in a new light. I remembered thinking that the way he held hmself made him look kingly. And if the stories were right, he looked kingly because he was a king. He was the king of Athens. I told myself to get a grip on reality. Spending time here being told I had lived in the time of the Trojan war was starting to make me crazy.