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Betrayal

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That day

Lauren's POV

Completely in love.

Love at first sight.

That afternoon I found the highlight of everything I went to do in that country. It seemed a sweet irony to realize that everything I was looking for sounded infinitely greater than the adversities faced up to that moment, stuffing millions of certainties into me as I thought we were going after something big and that I couldn't give up.

Ursel is an interesting leader, taking into account that I have no practice of face-to-face research and that my area goes beyond what is there, she managed to pass on to me a security that I only felt before with Mr. Gold. Every beginning is filled with our expectations, whether these are minimal or not, in our team four Yale professors graduated in History with a specialization in Archeology, and they managed to be practical in explaining that we were following the tracks of success.

Rudolph argued that we should fall for the exclusive seduction of marine archeology, while Gold cited that terrestrial archeology still had a lot to show us. I was already excited about any suggestions. I am a doctoral student in art history, with a specialization focused on Ancient Egypt, my research, my texts, my analysis has always been focused on Egypt, and I cannot remember for sure where the motivating and watershed fact that made me choose to come from this, but it is undoubtedly one of the best socially and culturally structured societies, there is much to know, there is so much that even today we don't even know the half of it.

That is why madmen like us, archaeologists, historians, art maniacs like me, travel thousands of miles to embark on adventures like these. If I found any trace of artistic expressions, it was my main point, my focus is much more structural, be it sculptures, buried monuments, or even lost paintings, than evolutions of species and socio-geographical structures.

I could even have given myself the seductive task of becoming an art critic formed at Yale, moving to York, living among travels to France, and doing my best to just be an exhibition curator and live in profitable and easy modernity, but it is here, in this way, in the middle of the action that I feel happy and truly committed to my work.

I just wasn't born to just be an art critic or work as a museum supervisor, I always wanted more. Being a teacher at Yale was my dream, and even though I was here on this expedition just to provide information that came from my specialization or in a kind of internship, I was already grateful.

When I returned at the end of that afternoon, with nothing yet discovered, but with plans already made and areas already isolated for supposed excavations, I felt tired but happy to realize that the problems of my arrival had not hindered anything that I intended to do. When leaving the elevator, however, I almost stopped when I noticed the same man I saw when leaving, he continued with his strange look and his stooped posture.

"Intazir!" I looked over my shoulder, there was no one else in the hall, and he was looking at me, holding a worn leather hat between his callused hands. His expression was unique and easily understandable even to the most laymen, he asked me to wait, even though my will was definitely not that.

"Fuluss..." I froze looking at him starting to move.

Money.

That man was just in a hallway in a building, and I don't know how he got there, looking for money. My first reaction was to mention that I hadn't, but he seemed obstinate. I lied that I would pick it up at my apartment and just walked quickly feeling my heart come to my mouth as I stuck the key in and locked it behind me.