I’ll cut to the chase. I’m writing a story about a museum, a tour guide, her boss, and a certain theft of the precious Egyptian amulet of Serket. There is a wee bit of blackmail, kidnapping, near-death experiences, and scandal.
The boss: He is 34 years old and can be described as such: an unapproachable man; half of the time he was reservedly silent, the other half his tongue was painfully sharp, or used to say things that made nearly all women feel like blushing nuns. He inherited the museum from his father and is one of the wealthiest men in New [name]York[/name] City.
Name: [name]Sebastian[/name] Scarborough
The tour guide: She is 22 and also works as [name]Sebastian[/name]'s personal assistant: She was something else… a sprightly gold thing. Everything about her was in shades of either red or gold: reddish gold hair in waves to her chin, eyes the color of sparkling cola placed in a glass before the sun… She was not inhuman, no matter how modest and chaste she tried to be
Name: [name]Cecily[/name] [name]Fletcher[/name]
Thanks for reading! any opinions are valued!