[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color] Al Fishawi' in El Ataba El Khadra [/center][hr]

Haakon had been so deep in thought, trying to think of anything he could use to find more about this [i]"Pharao's Curse"[/i], that he nearly threw away his notepad when he was disturbed by someone. His eyes locked with the figure who had spoken to him, using a mere split-second to realize who it actually was. [Color=DF0101]"Miss Clarke! What a surprise to see you here."[/color] Haakon said back, quickly regaining his confidence and composure now that he was in the presence of Josephine; he wouldn't want to seem unmanly around her, or anyone else for that matter. [Color=DF0101]"Please do, looks like you're already comfortable in that chair."[/color]

Josephine Clarke, a famous movie actress from America; beautiful and silver-tounged - that was until he got to know her, if only just a little. Haakon enjoyed her company, she enjoyed his, so he was glad to have her sitting there at the other side of the table with him. Except the smoking, but that he'd grown used to. Her looks and personality more than compensated for that. 

[Color=DF0101]"This? It's part of an article about that curse. [i]Curse of the Pharaos[/i], you've most likely heard of it, you probably get to hear lots of things in your position, or what Josephine?[/color] Haakon smiled at her, closing his notepad and laying it down on the table with his pencil once their food and beverages came. The coffee was perfect, not too strong but yet with a distinct taste, same as his food. [Color=DF0101]"Like you said, it is important. It's the whole reason why I was sent here; Dagbladet only sends their best in cases like that!"[/color] He took a sip of his coffee, letting in pour down before continuing. [Color=DF0101]"But what brings you here? Did your scripts no longer entertain you?"[/color]