Digging up old bones

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"Mother please don't make me!" I beg feeling like a spoiled child,

"Honey you know how your father is set in his ways and this'll be good for you, I promise."

"How is marrying a random guy good for me?"

"Well he's rich and handsome and-" I cut her off,

"A total asshole." I say and she slaps me like she always does when I cut her off or get her mad,

"You will marry him and you will be happy. Got it!" She yells pointing a finger at me,

"But I don't love him or even know him!" I yell back and she slaps me again,

"Got it!?" She yells and I nod holding my burning cheek, she gets up and leaves, sorry I should probably explain, in my family there is a tradition that the parents are to choose who the daughter marries and you don't even get to meet him until the night before the wedding and it is so messed up I mean it's 1993, I am 26 and I am actually lucky cause my mom was married to my dad at 18 and it was also a forced marriage, I am 5'8, I have a small curvy figure, black long hair that I keep in a ponytail, and hazel eyes, I live in Oregon which is boring and I've always wanted to travel, I am the leading paleontologist here and my full name is Olivia Dawn Smith.

One day I was in Africa digging up bones with my crew when I decided to get a drink from my trailer that I was temporarily living in and there was a white haired man digging through my fridge,

"Umm excuse me? Who the hell are you?" I ask making him stand up and look at me,

"Oh hello Miss. Smith it is nice to finally meet you. I am John Hammond." He says in his thick Irish accent, he holds out his hand and I shake it,

"Alright well with all do respect Mr. Hammond what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh I was waiting for you and I got thirsty so I decided to get myself a drank."

"Alright well let's back up, why are you here or did you just come here to take my vodka?" I ask mostly because it's the only thing in there other than water,

"Oh umm I own a island off the coast of Costa Rica, I've leased it from the government and I've spent the last five years setting up a kind of biological preserve, really spectacular, spared no expense, make the one I've got down in Kenya look like a petting zoo and there's no doubt our attractions will drive kids out of their minds." He says and closes the fridge door,

"And what are those?" I ask.

"And not just kids everyone, we got to open next year that is if the lawyers don't kill me first, I-I don't care for lawyers do you?" He asks avoiding my question,

"No." I say plainly,

"Well there's one particular pebble in my shoe, represents my investors, says that they insist on outside opinions."

"What kind of opinions exactly?" I ask,

"Well your kind not to put too fine a point on it I mean let's face it, in your particular field you are one of the top minds and if I could just persuade you to sign off on the park, look at your endorsement maybe even Penna we testimonial I could get back on chef Dylan."

"Why would they care about my input and what kind of park are we talking about here?"

"It's right up your alley." He says handing me a glass of vodka,

"I tell you, why don't you come down just you for the weekend, I'd love to have an opinion of our paleobotanist as well, I've got a jet standing by." He continues pouring his own glass and sipping it,

"I'm sorry but I just dug up a raptor and I'm really busy and-" he cuts me off,

"There are a million reasons not to do something but one big important reason to do it." He says and I smirk,

"Alright I'll go." I say and we clink our glasses together.