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Eliza POV

Hullo, Eliza Windham here. I'm a 20 year old, green eyed, British, blonde haired lady. I'm a graduate of Cambridge University and I'm the secretary of Thoth.

Ah, yes…sorry, I suppose I should start from the beginning.

You might be wondering; 'Secretary of Thoth? Why would a smart girl like you wind up a secretary? And wait; Thoth? You're mental.'

First of all, I'm not mental. Second of all, I winded up a secretary because for some apparent reason none of the major or minor U.K companies wanted me so I flew all the way to Tennessee to get the bloody secretary job.

So let's start with the story shall we? I'll forward it to the part where I fly to Memphis, Tennessee.

So I saw a poster on the glass wall of a café in London; 'Job wanted: Secretary, Call: 09112345,
Professor. Thoth, Memphis, Tennessee.'

At first it seemed like a good idea, but now that I look back, I think taking a job from a bloke who calls himself 'Thoth' is not a very smart choice.

But I took it anyway. I bought a ticket to Memphis and I was off.

Once I reached Memphis International Airport (MIA), I dialled up Mr. Thoth's number. You'll never be able to guess what I heard. Okay then, guess.

It was a grunt and a loud 'Agh'. Then the phone hung up. So my first thought was; 'Oops, wrong number.'

So I tried again; someone picked up the phone and grunted, then it hung up again. So my second thought was, 'Oh my, the man's got breathing issues.' Yes, I was that clueless.

I decided to find a map and try to locate this 'Professor. Thoth'. After all, what's the point of graduating with honours in Cambridge if I can't do some good filing and paperwork?

So after hours of phone operator calls, maps and directions, I found the place I was looking for.

Might I add that it was the oddest looking place I've ever been to? It was a glassy, black pyramid; a sports arena. Okay…odd place for a professor.

I had absolutely no idea how to get in. I tried looking for an entrance but I couldn't seem to find one, I suppose the place was 'anti-trespassers'.

I was about to give up when I saw someone; a baboon in a basketball jersey.

That was odd. Then the baboon approached me and sniffed the strands of my hair, he poked my hair bun then removed the hair tie, my hair fell down my shoulders. He started grooming it, probably looking for bugs. Okay…very odd.

Call me crazy but I decided to ask it for directions. I knew sign language…maybe he did too.

"Good baboon…could…you…show…me…the…entrance?" I said, making a sign for each word. The baboon looked at me with a confused expression. I sighed, so I decided to try saying something else.

"Professor…Thoth." I said, making the sign for 'professor' then spelling out the letters
T-H-O-T-H.

The baboon grunted to show me he understood, he patted his head and rubbed his belly. Okay, well…I suppose that was a good sign.

He led me to a small opening that I hadn't noticed before. He went through it and I followed. The stadium was massive, with huge spotlights, a scoreboard and a giant screen.

The baboon led me to an office door; there was a plaque on top that read 'Professor Thoth'.

So yes, believe it or not, my idea of asking directions from a baboon using sign language was actually a good one.

"Thank you." I told the baboon, he grunted and pat his head which probably meant 'Your Welcome.' He waddled off, grunting a tune, something that suspiciously sounded like the Sledge Sisters' "We are Family."

I knocked on the door, "Um…Hullo? Professor Thoth? I'm here to apply for that secretary slot. My name is Eliza Windham." I said.

I heard a muffled "Come in.", like the person was stuck inside a pile of cotton. I entered the room, and may I say that it was quite posh.

There was a huge library of books, a circle of flat screen TV's showing different documentaries all at once and a buffet table.

A man suddenly popped out of a pile of books, he was a tall and lanky fellow who looked like he was in his 20's with blonde and messy Einstein hair. He wore a 'House of Blues' t-shirt, jeans and a lab coat on top. So you could say he looked like you're typical, modern, mad scientist or college lab assistant.

Perfect, just the kind of guy I wanted to work for. (Yes, I meant that sarcastically).

"Um…you have a baboon." was all I managed to say.

The man smiled, "Yes. Actually, I have many baboons. I also have ibises but I'm afraid they went on a break so I need a secretary to fill in." he said as-a-matter-of-factly.

I wanted to point at him and shout, 'You nutter! You're completely daft! I'm calling the asylum!' then again, I just asked a baboon for directions using sign language so I suppose I wasn't too far off.

"In case you're wondering, I'm not insane. Now, let's have a small interview." he said calmly.

Thoth was a rather odd fellow, and I don't mean that as an insult. I could sense that he's actually quite a genius in his own crazy way, but I can't say he was your typical professor.

I handed him my papers and college certificate. He read them and his expression turned to surprise with every word.

"So it says here that you can speak in 8 fluent languages; French, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, Swedish, Italian, Greek and Latin. You can also do sign language." he said, his voice was a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Yes." I tried to say it without sounding snobbish.

"You also took courses in forensic science, zoology, Literature, and medicine." he said.

"Yes." I answered again.

Thoth took his eyes away from the paper; he gave me a look of disbelief and doubt.

"You assume I'm lying." I said flatly.

Thoth blinked, "N-no it's just-"

"Je ne suis pas mensonge." I told him bluntly in my best French accent. In case you're wondering I said 'I'm not lying.' in French

Thoth looked at me in amazement; at least he knows I'm telling the bloody truth.

"Um…if you don't mind, can you say that in Spanish?" he asked. I just nodded.

"No estoy mentiroso." I said.

Thoth nodded, apparently impressed, "May I just ask one last question…what's a smart and beautiful woman, like you applying for the job of secretary in the middle of Memphis, Tennessee?" he asked inquisitively.

I blushed, "Well…honestly, you're guess is as good as mine. None of the jobs and companies I applied for wanted me. I suppose I'm not as good as you think I am…I really need this job though." I said, though I tried to hide the embarrassment and desperation in my voice.

Thoth studied me with an odd expression; his eyes made me feel dizzy and woozy in many levels, they were kaleidoscopic, and they were very distracting.

He gave me a small smile, "Welcome aboard Ms. Windham. I'll be seeing you here tomorrow morning at 7am." he said.

I was so happy I could have hugged him (which, thankfully, I didn't…that would have been very humiliating and beyond awkward.)

"Thank you so much Professor! You won't be sorry!" I exclaimed I grabbed my leather satchel and headed for the door; I tripped and stumbled on several books and knocked down some office supplies on the way. (did I mention that I'm quite clumsy when I'm nervous and excited?)

I looked back at Professor Thoth and smiled apologetically, "S-sorry…um…I'll fix that right up tomorrow!" I said, but Thoth just smiled.

I gave him one last apologetic look and left the room. There was some burning sensation in the pit of my stomach, like I'd eaten a bowl full of hot chili peppers without any water.

It was the fact that Thoth actually called me beautiful.

I shook my head, 'Focus Eliza! You have work to do! You can't go around willy-nilly acting all stupid and clumsy; you've got work to do!'

So I slung my leather satchel on my shoulder, straightened my back and walked out of Thoth's sports arena.

So, it was final…I'm the secretary of Professor Thoth.

Little did I know that I would be expecting much, much more than a job.

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