“God damn I say God damn!”
My eyes suddenly open as I feel the hot water splash on my face. At first I see nothing but a beige blur, presumably my hands, in front of a white background. I try to figure out where I am as I look around, the red walls and green speckled floor start to slowly come into focus. I’m at a party, a benefit actually, for the preservation of newly discovered tombs in the Sahara desert. I grab the sides of the sink as I look down into the water swirling into the drain. I’m not here for fun though, I’m here for work. I was asked to assist on security detail, that’s what my occupation is. As I slowly begin to work in the details of where and who I am my vision slowly becomes clearer. I start to remember the plane ride here, landing at Heathrow Airport, the guy who eyeballed me up and down as I checked into the hotel. Suddenly the bright light and star whiteness of the sink almost blind me as I stumble backwards. I open my eyes, all is fine. I look at my reflection in the mirror and start to preen myself.
Stepping out of the bathroom I start to take my steps through a lavish hallway with plush red carpets and mahogany trim on the walls to an open conservatory where the elite of London’s high society seemed to have all gathered to be seen. I seem a little out of place with my under priced Zara dress but I try to blend in. I try and act natural, not like an outsider or an interloper. As waiters zip by with hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne I casually turn aside I try to find somewhere to casually observe the crowd.
“Well hello there!”
The grip on my shoulders was firm but not forceful. I turn around and see an inebriated blonde in an extremely low cut designer dress. She looks
familiar but my mind is fuzzy with the details of where I remember her from. Luckily she sees it fit to reintroduce herself again.
“Maggie here, we met in Egypt and saw you with Stewart.”
“Yes, right, Egypt.”
“He didn’t mention you’d be here, uh…”
“Bonnie, Bonnie Brendon.”
“Yes BONNIE oh my god I can’t believe I forgot. Come on let’s ditch the old money around here and have some fun.”
She grabbed my wrist as I start to pull away. The alcohol seemed to give the socialite almost super human strength. Just as I am considering getting forceful Stewart shows up and taps Maggie on the shoulder.
“Come on Mags we know not everyone can party like you.” Stewart was a trust fund child living the semi-pious life, opting to become an archaeologist and the preservation of ancient artifacts over taking over the family business. He’s also know for his, ahem, appetite for women.
“Oh Stewie I just want to hang out with your new girlfriend.”
He simply let out a short laugh as he looked at her “go off with your friends and maybe I’ll send her your way later.”
The blonde ran off with a giddy laugh as I roll my eyes. “We’re dating?”
Stewart adjusts his collar as he says “I needed a cover for spending all this time with you without arousing some sort of suspicion. So anything going on here at ground level?”
“Other than the terrible choice of food items there’s nothing I wouldn’t deem an issue.”
“Maybe the rumors weren’t true then.”
“Well maybe we should check some tapes. Can you take me to your security room?”
Stewart steps aside making an over the top direction gesture at me as he says “this way milady.”