Until We Meet Once More

Chapter Two

Brian sighed leaning back on his black leather office chair behind a very large polished desk in which a little label 'Director, Brian Matthews' sat at the other side of him. He was tapping a shiny blue pen with his name and company engraved and gold on it. The walls of Troy, his uncle had said. He was aware of the basic story of Troy, the conventional one that is, Prince Paris of Troy kidnapped Queen Helen of Sparta, and war broke out etcetera. But then did his dreams mean he was connected to Troy?

What did Briseis mean and why did he dream the same thing over and over? Sighing again he opened his laptop and looked up on the search engine, 'Troy'. Millions of links popped up and he pressed back. He wanted to be more specific. 'Troy: Briseis'. Enter. Before he could see the search results, his phone rang, he picked up, "Brian"

"Ah, Mr Matthews, it seems you have been requested to go to Japan for a meeting with the head of Toshiba Software, he wishes to make a proposal" a voice came.

"Can't he do it the conventional way and send it by mail?" he wondered with boredom.

"This is a very important man, the fact that he has requested you is a somewhat an honor!" can the reply.

"Ooh I feel sooo honoured!" Brian exclaimed sarcastically

"As you personal advisor, I'd say that kind of sarcasm won't get you anywhere, and oh, I ADVISE that you do not try to screw this up"

Click

He got back to his notebook and saw that there were at least 200,000 results but as he moved the cursor, there was a white blur that appeared to be erasing all the results until it said, 'Sorry, there are no results for BRISEIS, please check your spelling or try another search'

"Aww no..." he wailed hitting the side of his laptop softly but frustrated. He raised his hands then clutched his head with them, "Not a virus!"

He groaned reclining back to his chair. He looked at his laptop, and entered another word. It was working just fine. His brows knitted together and he took out his phone to call his uncle, "Uncle Greg? All the search results for Briseis got erased, I don't think it's a virus, 'cause it seems to be working perfectly for another search."

"Strangely enough, information about Briseis in books are getting scrambled, it doesn't make any sense. I would advise perhaps going to Greece, perhaps there is information there?" His uncle suggested thoughtfully.

Brian agreed straight away, "I'm going to Greece tomorrow morning" he declared

"Uh, tomorrow? Don't you think you're going a bit overboard Brian, I know this dream means a lot to you, but leaving your work and everything else? Don't you have deadlines boy?" Came his uncles surprised tone.

"Yeah, well, I just had this new sense of urgency to get to the bottom of this dream."

Click

On the other side Greg was still talking on the phone only to be replied with a tone. He growled in frustration and rang the airport.

At the mean time, his secretary was looking extremely pissed, she had arranged meetings, dinners and press conferences for him all week. He was completely booked, yet he decided, this week, out of the blue he would go to Greece, for no apparent reason.

"Sir, with all do respect, wouldn't it be a better idea if you go to this vacation next week? I swear you wouldn't even need to lift a finger, you just have to be there. Everyone's expecting you." Lana pleaded politely trailing him as he started towards the exit.

"Cancel all my appointments for this week, and to be safe next week too." He ordered. Lana looked dumbstruck, like she was going to rip out the roots of all her straight black back-length hair.

"You aren't serious? ALL of them?" she asked almost pleadingly. He turned to her and gave a slight salute before walking out of the automatic sliding doors.

Lana stared, almost screamed. After everything she went through to make these appointments and to arrange them like she had, the speeches, the begging, the overtime, (the sleeping with the right guys... jokes... this is gunna b G) and the annoying phone calls, he wanted her to cancel everything.

"I QUIT!" she shrieked, aware that she was most likely out of earshot. She needed Advil, suddenly; she had a really bad migraine.

Brian had hurried out of his office and back home. He got there and found a small suitcase which he started throwing some clothes in to. He clamped in best he could and went for the door but was stopped by a voice.

"Hon, you back already?" surely enough Sherisse hadn't left his place yet.

"Err, yeah, but I gotta go again Sher" he called back

"Well," She spoke seductively, "I'm just about to have a shower, wanna join me?" She appeared right behind him clothed only with a bath robe.

Brian didn't want to be rude, but he had this urge to tell her to get lost. He scratched his head, "Look Sherisse, I really got this important business trip I gotta go on." He chided, "I'll be back before you know it" She looked at him and his weird HOT expression, which she assumed meant that he was so tempted to give in but knew he couldn't.

"I'll be waiting for you" She replied sweetly moving forward to give him a kiss but as she leaned in he had dashed out. 'I can't believe it, flushed!' she thought, 'No, he totally didn't just blow me off, he's just really busy' she told herself.

Part of his mind told him he was being completely irrational, first this stupid trip and second how he treated Sherisse, but another part of his mind had never been so sure of what he was doing, like now at last, he was really him.

Brian didn't understand exactly what was going through his head, all he knew was that he had to go to Greece, partly to prove that he was just under a lot of pressure, and everything so far was a figment of his imagination, and to prove that his dream is somehow linked to his current life.

He queued picked up his boarding pass and checked in fairly quickly. His flight was to depart in less than half an hour. In a few hours, he reassured himself that he was going to finally figure out what was up with his life.

In the plane, as he was reading his magazine, an echo rang through his head, 'Turn back my love, danger awaits you here, she wishes to test you.' Brian dropped his magazine and was looking around for the source of the voice. It had been a very angelic voice, but full of desperation and possibly fear. He got a few stares, but that was the least of his concerns. It appeared no one else heard it.

Did he imagine it? Something about that voice was just so familiar, yet he was sure he had never heard such a voice before.

"Expecting someone?" Asked his uncle, walking towards the seat beside him. He sotred a small bag above the seat and propped himself down.

"What are you doing here?" said Brian.

"It's too bad the last seats were for economy aye? It's a darn shame I had to pay the price of business class!" Greg whined

"No I mean really, what are you doing here on this plane?" Brian asked again

"What can I say boy, I need a vacation, and you need a tour guide who knows the area and speaks English. I say a Journey is about to unfold!"

OMG sorry it took so long!!! Perfectly good excuse. This chapter, I wrote ages ago in my brother's laptop before he moved out, but b4 he moved out there were internet problems on his laptop, so I couldn't get this posted up.... So since he's come back 4 the week I'm fixing it all up! SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY!!!

All I can do is promise an update soon enough... I gotta start typing!