Saving the Vikings

Freya

"Hello?" I spit, annoyed that I'm being bothered on my drive into work.

"Freya, Greg is asking for you." I roll my eyes at the mention of my boss's name. That man cant count on himself to save his own life.

"What does he want? I'm on my way now."

Suddenly I hear static and then a deep and annoying voice. "Freya. I just got a new proposal for the Vegvisir. They want you to take the case. They want you to study it."

I sigh with satisfaction. If it was one thing I was good at studying it was the Vikings. Hell, my mother was the best Viking Historian I knew. It's what drove me into the life of a historian to begin with. She was exceptional at all areas of history, but the Viking history was by far her favorite. I knew little of them until high school. We only learned a couple chapters, but it was enough to send me down the same path she went. Now, I will take any chance to study them that I can get. 

"So, where am I going, Greg?"

"I have you're flight ticket already purchased. Just go to the airport and check in. That should be all you need. I know you have a company card. Use it for anything you will need."
I raise an eyebrow, even though he cant see me. 

"You're going to willingly let me use the company card? How high end are the clients, Greg?"

"Very and they want you, so don't screw this up, Freya. I am counting on you."
"Just who is it, Greg?"

"I cant tell you. That is against the contract I signed."

"So you signed a contract, but didn't think it wise to have me sign one?"

"They didn't tell me to have you sign one. Ask them about it when you get there."

I turn the wheel and huff. "Just where am I going, without notice I may add?"

"Scandinavia."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Greg. Scandinavia?"

"Yup. Have fun!" He laughs at my annoyance and hangs up the phone.

The whole way to the airport I was sulking. I liked to travel, but never so suddenly. I had a hunch that this client would excel my career in vast strides. I had to go. I don't know why, but something was pulling me to go. I know if I truly didn't want to go, I could just call Greg and tell him no. I'd still have my job. I look down at my own Vegvisir tattoo on my wrist. I wonder who I'd meet. 

"Ma'am." I jumped at the sudden voice. The employee looked at me with annoyance. Shit. 

"Yes?" I respond quietly. 

"Here is you're flight and passport. The flight leaves in 2 hours so you should hurry if you want to make it." I sigh and thank her. I make a mental note to curse Grep when I get back. I hate when he books flights with minutes to spare and prepare for. 

As soon as I make it through security and sit down they call for my row. I grab my purse and stride on the plane. Holy cow. First class. He pulled out the stops on this one. 

I pull my phone out and give Greg another quick call. "What?" He answered annoyed.

"Greg, first class wasn't necessary."

"I didn't pay for it." He replied simply.

"Oh...uh...ok then. Bye, I guess." 

I plop my purse on the chair next to my lounger and sit. Just who the hell is this client?

This is an 8 hour non stop flight through Delta. This isn't cheap. Once we took off, I laid down in the lounger. 

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