CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Where is the archaeologist?" asked the woman.

"We're not sure. She was having dinner with a group of people, just laughing, then we lost them in traffic."

"Make sure you're at the museum in the morning. I need her. I need her to prove my claim."

"You'll have to forgive me, but how is this supposed to work?" asked the man. "There is no king or queen of Egypt any longer. You won't have a claim to any sovereign title, and to get DNA from something thousands of years old would be miraculous."

"I don't need a title. I need them to admit my lineage. Then I can claim the country for my own."

"Again, no offense, but this country is a fucking mess. Why would anyone want it? Other than some antiquities, pyramids, and a shit-ton of history, there's nothing here for anyone."

"No resources. Egypt has iron ore, phosphates, manganese, limestone, gypsum, talc, asbestos, lead, zinc, gold, copper, silver, platinum, and coal. Her land is rich, and her people are resilient."

"Doesn't your country have enough?" asked the man seated across from her.

She stared at the handsome German. He was serving a purpose for her plan, and he was entertaining in the bedroom. But she found him to be dull out of it. His knowledge of history was limited to his own pathetic country and, for some odd reason, the state of Florida in the United States. Was anyone actually from Florida, she thought to herself. She'd been there, and it was all old people, children, and a plethora of mouse ears.

"How much is too much when it comes to the superiority of your nation? Germany and America have grown, expanded because of her needs, her desires. Other nations do the same."

"Yes, but we've never tried to prove that our DNA gave us the right to land."

"No?" smirked the woman. "I would say in America, your indigenous people would argue that. Columbus didn't discover America! He was lost, you fool. He was lost, and the indigenous people have paid the price ever since. Their heritage gives them rights to the land, but you've done a fine job of taking that from them. And I believe your German ancestors wanted to prove the blonde-haired, blue-eyed people were superior.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not just blaming you. The Americans' Canadian friends to the north have done the same with indigenous tribes. It's been done in every country around the world. China and Taiwan. South Korea and North Korea. Men are hungry, greedy creatures."

"So are women," he said flatly.

"Touché," she grinned. "Tomorrow, go to the museum and find Dr. Elena Fayek and bring her to me. Don't harm her. I need her alive."

"What about the other woman? Magnolia Stanton?"

"Records say that she's gone. She's left the country. Thanks to those idiots you hired, she left damaged. I didn't want her hurt. I'm sure I could have convinced her to see my side of things and perhaps even helped me to sway her countrymen. Your men ruined that for me."

"Should I stay or go?" he asked.

She was tempted to have him stay and pleasure her for the night, but she had much to do, much to plan for, and his mind was singularly focused when naked in her bed. He had an exquisite tongue and a marvelous penis, which he had mastered using. He also did whatever she requested, which was her true preference.

"Not tonight. I have much to prepare for."

He nodded, leaving her without any signs of disappointment. Did he see this as just part of the job? It was, but she wasn't sure she wanted him to feel that way. Excited to fulfill her destiny, she opened the book and began reading once again. Soon, she would be the pharaoh of all of Egypt.