to a locker. “You can use that one for your coat and personal belongings. If you want a lock, you will have to purchase your own.” She moved farther into the room. “Down here is the area where you will spend most of your time.”
They arrived at a series of worktables mapped out much like a dig site. There were numerous large compartments on each table each with an assortment of bags and photographs. LJ looked over the tables. “This entire project was my idea, my study, my find, and when finished, I’m sure it will redefine Wari’ history.” LJ had to stop herself from gushing further. Just looking over the table and realizing the possibilities brought about an excitement that little else compared to. The previous summer’s dig at a never-before-explored site had uncovered a bevy of artifacts bearing glyphs unknown to the archaeological world.
“I know my way is a bit unconventional, but I like things visual so I can recall the exact time each artifact was found. I’ll need you to start by making sure everything in each compartment matches up with the catalog. After that, we’ll start to recreate the pieces. I’m hoping we will be able to piece together complete or nearly complete items.” She pointed to a series of shelves. “Over there are all the tools you will need for the reconstructions.” She pointed to large magnifying glasses on each of the tables. “These will come in handy during the process.” LJ looked at the woman. “I am assuming you are familiar with reconstructions.”
“Yes, that was part of my studies. I know which gloves to use for different materials.”
“Good. I won’t have to stand over you to make sure you’re doing the job right, then.”
“No, you won’t.” Kylie had a rapt expression on her face. “I want to thank you for your generosity toward me. I really appreciate it.” She smiled. “I can hear in your voice how passionate you are about this.”
LJ wasn’t used to hearing this kind of praise—particularly when it included the word generosity . “We shall see how grateful you are after a week, Mrs. Wilcox.”
“Yes, I expect we will. Any chance you could call me Kylie? ‘Mrs. Wilcox’ sounds like some stuffy old woman.”
LJ crinkled her forehead. What was it about the woman that made her feel disorientated? “You are here to do a job, Mrs. Wilcox, not be my friend.” She ground her teeth. “I am expecting you to start as soon as possible, which means tomorrow.”
“Understood. Is tomorrow around noon okay?” Kylie asked. “I have some things I need to take care of before I begin.”
LJ snorted.
“Listen, Dr. Evans, I just called for this appointment at nine o’clock this morning. This afternoon I still have to fill in a stack of forms and most likely have a physical. After that, I need to make arrangements for my daughter and reorganize my life, and I can’t do that overnight. I’m asking for a morning, and that isn’t unreasonable.”
LJ couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had gone out of her way to make sure the woman was available for her child, and now she wanted to start at her pace. She sucked in a breath and took a moment. Exactly what do I do now? Shit, I hate this type of thing. Give me artifacts any day. “Why don’t you plan on starting Wednesday?” Her cold persona was back firmly in place. “When you get here then, park your car in the employee parking lot at the back of the building and use the entrance there. It will be unlocked. Make sure you lock it after you come inside.” She didn’t know what else to say and felt awkward. Being nice was not something she ever considered, yet here she was doing exactly that. “I will see you then.” As an afterthought she added, “Glad you’ll be working here.”
Kylie blinked as the doctor turned and left. “Sure, see you then.”
Dr. LJ Evans was an enigma, that was for sure. She was cold and distant, and for the most part, she never acknowledged
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