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Notes: Sorry the chapter is so short, but I'm not really sure where this story is going yet. It could be romance, humour, action, angst or any combination of these. Any ideas would be most welcome.
As always, all reviews (good or bad) are welcome.
P.s. It's also untitled so far, but I will remedy that when I figure out where the story is going to end up.
Chapter One
Sydney Fox, relic hunter and professor of Ancient Studies at Trinity College, was in a foul mood and nobody knew why. She had been locked inside her office for the last four hours and all you could hear was muttering and the occasional thump of something hitting the wall. Every now and then you could just make a particularly pungent curse and seeing as Sydney had travelled the world and mixed with all sorts of people she knew words that would make a Marine blush.
Normally when Sydney was in a bad mood, you could hear the yelling halfway across campus. This quiet rage was something new.
Her two assistants Nigel and Claudia were taking refuge in the outer office.
"Nigel," Claudia said. "One of us has to go in there and find out what's wrong."
They both winced as a particularly loud thump made the walls shake.
"Yes, but why me?" he grumbled. "I've seen what she can do to an unarmed man! Anyway, what if it's personal? She might feel more comfortable talking to a woman."
"Nigel, you're her teaching assistant and her friend. She's more likely to talk to you than she is to me."
Just then the door to Sydney's office opened and she put her head out.
"Nigel," she snapped. "My office. Now."
"Guess that solves the question of who's going in there," he muttered. "If I don't make it out alive make sure all my research papers go to the university."
Nigel got up and walked into the office, feeling like he was walking straight into the lions den.