The Saga of The Cursed

~Not Meant to Be Found~

"Some things are not meant to be found." – Lara Craft

Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life (2003) 
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As I pilot my way to the airport, I make my way into the private jet. I sit down, knowing it would take thirteen hours before arriving to the Speedwagon Foundation Headquarters back in Dallas, Texas.

'At least, I can go back to my homeland' I smirk, snuggling down in the seat as I open my book. Waking up to the announcement of the plane landing, and the passengers clapping at the success of the landing. Stepping out, I inhale the Texan air deeply and soaking the blazing sun. "Home Sweet Home."

"Now...business." I get in my rental car and make my way to their headquarters. Seeing the building from a distance away, it looks more like a mansion then a proper headquarters. I just hope I can come and go. 'Expect the unexpected' A motto to live by.

I walk into the building, heading over to the front desk, "I came here to see Mr. Speedwagon.", I smile softly, "It's a urgent matter."

She looks at me while giving her routine smile that is required by her job, "Do you have an appoint – "

"I do not but please, it is urgent!" I plead with her.

"I am sorr - "

"Look, it is a matter of life or death. I came from Japan for this, please."

The receptionist was taken back a little, "I-I will see what I can do." She says hesitantly.

"Thank you."

I wait in the lobby for what seem an eternity was just a few moments. It was just silence – silent enough to hear the clock ticking time away as if only the essence of time existed during those moments.

My mind furthering back in its own depths, not noticing that the secretary was coming along side Mr. Speedwagon. "Hello, Miss?" I didn't even notice a hand waving in front of my face until it landed on my shoulder.

I quickly responded with flipping whoever it was by wrist, causing them to slam into the glass table as I realize who it was. "Fuck! I am so sorry!" I quickly spring into action, helping him up.

"It-It is quite alright sweetheart." He spoke out of breath, "I shouldn't have touched you without your consent." He smiled weakly. "I am truly sorry...it's jus- "

"A natural reaction." He stands up, massaging the places in his body where the pain is.

"I'll pay for the table and anything else you need..." I shyly comment.

"Its quite alright."