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Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans orthe ROM.
Chapter 1 - Great Expectations
Raven closed her eyes and put the papers down. All over her desk were newspaper articles and clippings on the upcoming 'Cleopatra: Queen of the Nile' exhibit.
'QUEEN' ON LOAN FROM BRITISH MUSEUM
CLEOPATRA TO VISIT THE ROM
TORONTO IN THE PRESENCE OF GREATNESS
The headlines kept pouring. It had been about 2 months ago when the announcement was made and yet the media kept throwing wood into the fire. She smiled as she raised a hand to massage her eyes. This was her baby. And, oh, what and honour this was. It was historic. Once in a life time. Never to be seen for another 50 years. And she, Raven Roth, was in charge of it all. Considering she was only 25 and this being just her 5th year as curator, this was epic.
She started at the ROM long before the Michael Lee-Chin Crystal was finished in 2006. A graduate of York University majoring in Egyptology, Raven was quickly shoved into the limelight. After acting as assistant curator to her predecessor, the boys upstairs recognized her talent and obvious eye for design and made her the curator for the new Crystal Wing. The 22 year old Raven Roth was well on her way. And all without the help of her no good father…
Of course, such a prestigious position came with its draw backs. There were sponsors to deal with. Ugh. Raven shuddered at the mere thought. Raven hated dealing with the sponsors. They were always so prissy and stuck up, like they owned the place. True, there would be no exhibit without them, but everyone knows they're not doing it for the "good of the people" as they say. They're in it for good publicity.
Though, she didn't always have this attitude towards the rich, she went out with Dick Grayson for a while. Yes, the Dick Grayson. Suave, handsome, billionaire extraordinaire. He was perfect, or at least seemed it in front of cameras. After a month of dating, she quickly realised that Dick was just that, a dick.
He became an over zealous son-of-a-bitch that wouldn't let Raven talk to any other male figure. She would be talking to visitor in the museum and he would come barging in, accusing her of cheating. Not to mention his obsessive compulsive disorder, everything had to go his way, or else. So fed up, Raven called it off. For the next few months he grovel for her to take him back. Sending packages from Gotham of chocolates, the good kind, and what-nots. He even went so far as to buy her an Egyptian concubine ring. And as touching, and probably expensive, as all of it was Raven was as stubborn as a mule about it all.
The ringing of the phone jerked Raven out of her near napping state. Reluctantly, the reached across her desk and picked it up.
"Raven Roth," her voice lacked enthusiasm. Anybody who really knew her could tell she was tired and would be on a short fuse. Others wouldn't even notice the change in her monotonous voice.
"Hello Miss Roth, this is the office of Garfield Logan speaking." O great, they've started already. The voice on the other line was bubbly, too bubbly for someone who was calling at 10 o clock at night.
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I just wanted to remind you Miss Roth that Mr. Logan is on his way for your meeting there tomorrow." O shit. She completely forgot she had a meeting with the key sponsors and the head of security tomorrow. They were to discuss the instalment of the new security system.
"Sure thing. Is that all?"
"Yes Miss Roth, have a nice evening." Raven hung up without so much as a goodbye. Great, this means Richard will be there. Just, super. She groaned.
She sighed, rested both her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands, letting out a soft moan. This was going to be a long six months.
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