Sixtine by Caroline Vermalle

Sixtine by Caroline Vermalle

Author:Caroline Vermalle
Language: fra
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Mystery, Romance
Publisher: Hachette
Published: 2013-11-01T00:00:00+00:00


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Chapter 3

Cairo, Giza plateau, a few hours earlier

Florence sighed with frustration. It was a pain to be sitting there and the impressive view of the three pyramids of Giza was no compensation at all. She had already visited the place as a tourist years ago. She was hot and her fluorescent tank top stuck to her curves. It was 6pm and yet she was sure that she could feel the sting of sunburn on the white tattooed skin of her shoulders.

The cameraman was dozing against his tripod. The sound recordist was grumbling because he hadn’t had enough time to drink his coffee. They had rushed dinner to be there on time, but now the guide was late. The night shoot was not starting out well at all. And to think that at that very moment, Florence should have been sipping an iced tea surrounded by the cool marble of the Four Seasons lobby. Her mind turned again to that moron Andrew, but that only made her temper worse.

Florence Mornay had pink hair, red fuchsia lips regardless of the season or reason, a sharp tongue and gave the impression of not taking anything too seriously. Her deep vowels and perfect diction combined with a slight West Country twang to suggest upper class roots from somewhere near Devon or Cornwall, but this was so out of keeping with her numerous tattoos and prolific swearing that many thought it just a ruse. They were wrong. Her full name was Florence Ottoline Desiree Mornay-Devereux. Her father, Charles, was the tenth Viscount Falmouth and frequently railed against the establishment from his seat in the House of Lords. He instilled in his children a love of work and they had all learned to reject the easy path that had been presented to them by the good fortune of a noble birth. The name Mornay-Devereux had been emblazoned upon the pages of countless encyclopaedias thanks to the glorious deeds family members had performed through the ages. Florence was the youngest of this illustrious family and because she was yet unmarried, still bore their name. But despite a doctorate in archaeology from the University of Oxford and a few minor screen credits for a couple of BBC programs, at twenty-eight years of age, she had yet to make a name for herself. She thought a documentary about Nefertiti would be her breakthrough. But she had not reckoned on the incompetent toad who had been assigned to co-direct the documentary with her, Andrew Sheets.

It was Andrew who had connived and weaselled his way into the first unit to film the press conference on Nefertiti, interview El-Shamy and get the scoop. Florence had been outmanoeuvred, and here she was with the second unit, the B-team, lumbered with the task of shooting the pyramid at night. Using archive pictures would have been much less costly. After all, it was not as though the pyramid of Cheops had changed a lot since the last time it had been filmed. And to top it all, she was claustrophobic.



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