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Date Posted: Thursday, December 22, 11:20:00pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 349+" on Saturday, December 03, 08:17:06pm
Nikita pulled away from the photo proofs and sighed. She had caught up quickly once she started back, but she wasn’t here every day. It was probably driving some people nuts about her schedule, but two and a half days a week seemed right and that would change once school got back into session.
If they could figure out what to do about school.
Nikita shook that thought from her head and pushed away from the desk that she was settled at. Right now she was working on the photography of print ads and she was still managing to put off any photography of people. It was sometimes a challenge and Nikita wasn’t sure if this was truly something that she wanted to do.
She had things that she could be looking into. She was concerned with how much Nat had been doing lately because some of the crime was on the rise. She could spot trends and help out.
But that wasn’t her job!
The door opened and Nikita blinked her eyes. “Whitney… what are you doing here?”
“I heard some rumors that you’ve been running behind,” Whitney spoke and Nikita rubbed her elbows. “You told me that I could decide how to run things here... and the things that I couldn’t do myself, Davenport helped me with.”
“Buffy, I was joking,” Whitney cracked a smile as she reached back to the door and flipped the sign to closed. “But I am worried… I’ve tried to call you… email you…”
“Things got… hectic…” Nikita stammered and Whitney looked around before stopping. “Where is her picture?”
“What?”
“Your daughter. Walter told me about Sabina,” Whitney stated and Nikita paled. “Ah… you talked to Walter?”
“You are avoiding my question,” Whitney countered as she crossed her arms. “You haven’t taken a picture of her yet?”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders and then looked away. “I’ve been catching up with paying clients.”
“Family is most important,” Whitney sighed. “You need to go home and take her picture.”
“I needed this,” Nikita looked around. Whitney looked at the photographs that Nikita had just pushed away from and shook her head. “You are avoiding it by doing this stuff. This isn’t your best.”
“Maybe I’m not as good as you think I am,” Nikita jerked, but Whitney continued forward until she touched Nikita’s hands. “You can take her picture because you aren’t going to lose her. Sabina is yours now.”
Nikita looked at Whitney and rolled her shoulders back slightly. “You’ve talked to more than just Walter.”
“Well when I suggested to Walter that I come back for a while… he wouldn’t say yes to that. Told me that Michael had to approve that idea,” Whitney outlined, neglecting to tell Nikita that it was almost a three hour conversation with Michael. While he was struggling with Nikita, Whitney could hear the joy in his voice as he spoke about Sabina.
Nikita didn’t pull away with a sudden jerked. She drifted to the small table where she had been meeting with potential clients before Sabina was found. She settled down and rubbed her hands against the table. “She loves me so much.”
“That’s great,” Whitney replied with a large smile. But Nikita looked up and sighed. Whitney shook her head. “You want her to be angry at you?”
“I gave her away,” Nikita spat and shook her head. “But I also don’t want to get into… why…”
“Maybe that matters more to you… than it does to her?” Whitney shrugged her shoulders slightly. “It sounds like you want yourself to be punished, Buffy.”
Nikita rolled her eyes and then looked down to the table. She had heard that a lot lately. “Not consciously.”
Whitney turned and grabbed one of Nikita’s cameras. She placed it down in front of Nikita. “Show your daughter what you do. Do what a mother does. Go take her picture.”
Nikita picked up the camera and held it in her hands. “Whitney…”
“Look… you are my Buffy. My Buffy doesn’t sit back. She goes full steam ahead and you know that this is right for you,” Whitney fired back as she shook her head back and forth. “I’ll hold things down here…”
“I don’t need to go now…”
“Get out of here.”
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