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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 03, 04:04:52pm
Author: Diane
Subject: Do What You Have to Do
In reply to: JayBee and Nell 's message, "Friday Challenge: February 3, 2006" on Friday, February 03, 10:48:39pm

Nikita wasn�t sure what, or whom, to expect. Petrosian�s instructions had been vague, to say the least. �Dress appropriately. Someone will be meeting you.� Someone in the upper hierarchy of the Sections? Appropriate or not, Nikita was dressed to kill. She had taken extra care with her appearance; curling and spritzing her long blonde hair in a style that should pass as befitting her new position as Second-In-Command. She wore more make-up than usual. She felt different; not herself. But she had felt a bit off-kilter ever since Petrosian had selected her. Madeline�s words, �You don�t have what it takes to do my job,� Nikita had accepted as a personal challenge. She would be cool at this meeting; calm. She would out-freeze the ice queen.

She�d been nursing her Vodka Rocks for over twenty minutes, and still nothing had happened. She refused the bartender�s offer of a refill, though she wrapped her hand protectively around the glass.

He was here. Michael was here at Volare�s. She felt his presence before ever seeing his face. Was this her �meeting?� Michael? Beneath her cosmetic exterior, Nikita flushed. Her hands grew warm, and the ice in her glass began to melt.

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Re: Do What You Have to Do -- sk, Wednesday, May 03, 11:52:41pm
Mm. (r) -- Nell, Friday, May 05, 07:47:53pm