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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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