The shortcut through Hyde Park got Sam to the museum in no time at all and, with a deep breath, she walked through the grand entrance.
“Welcome to the Australian Museum. The line for tickets is to your left. Have a nice day,” said an elderly man in a sharp black suit with a red bowtie, before turning to usher in a group of school children.
“Excuse me, sir, can you direct me to Mr Charles Harman, please?” Sam asked, showing him the business card.
“Who, may I ask, is here to see him?” he asked politely.
“My name is Samantha Page.”
“Yes ma’am, certainly. I am James Barlow. Please follow me, I will escort you to his office.” With a wave of one hand, he directed his younger assistant to take his place at the door.
Sam couldn’t believe her ears. No one had ever spoken to her like that befo
