Subject:  You, Me and Dupuis - Chapter 9 - Long |
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 09, 10:56:09am
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LoveRoy
's message, "You, Me and Dupuis" on Friday, August 04, 04:19:06pm
The beautiful brunette held the receiver to her dainty ear and listened carefully to the news that was being conveyed to her. She was resting her lithe body against the wall in the kitchen and holding with her manicured hand the receiver of the antique telephone Michael had retrofitted. Antiques were Elena and her husband’s passion in a time when even analog was passé. She shifted now from foot to foot and turned so that her husband, who read the paper nearby, could not see the emotions reflected on her face.
The news that Elena Samuelle was getting concerned her half brother’s demise at the hands of a well executed criminal plot. The story was bittersweet, Elena hated her half-brother, but he was after all her blood relative and a bit of guilt interfered with her elation. She never liked Helmut especially given the fact that he was her father’s first born by a woman other than her mother, but because her father’s estate had just grown by a third she was giddy with excitement. Let’s face it; Helmut had almost surely died intestate given that he was such a sap and always told his siblings that he trusted them explicitly with his money.
Even if their half-brother left a will, that exercise would have been for not because the siblings took care of the possible consequence of a testament with a reprehensible deed of their own. Helmut’s wife Lisa sold her soul to Elena for a million dollars and disappeared from their lives forever after obtaining a well documented quickie divorce in the Dominican Republic, while Helmut was off in one of his eternal vacations at sea. Elena would later tell her husband Michael that if Lisa had only held on to the marriage for a bit longer the Vulkner family would have been in for a long drawn out legal fight with the now divorcee, instead of widow. But now that poor Helmut was divorced and dead, his money would just stay safe with the family as Elena was sure he would have liked it.
Little did the siblings know that Helmut married the beautiful Nikita a week or so after the siblings, unbeknownst to Helmut, dissolved his marriage to Elena. So even thought Helmut thought the MI5 arranged marriage was a fake deep blood cover because he was already married to Lisa, the week between his Dominican divorce and his vows to the blonde made the matrimony his legit number 2. Nikita Wirth was the sole beneficiary to Helmut’s extensive and much coveted ill-gained fortune and at the reading of the will the nefarious brother and sister duo, along with Daddy dearest would receive the shock of their lives.
Michael Samuelle held his wife Elena in his arms and smiled surreptitiously for Michael knew that Nikita recuperating from her wounds nicely, was Helmut’s official sole heir. Michael thought that his deep blood cover with Elena could be winding down and hopefully Michael would have to enter into a cover-mission with Nikita instead, given that she was now part of the Vulkner clan. Michael’s convoluted mission was getting better and better and he waited patiently for the other Jimmy Choo to drop for his wife.
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The antique phone had yet to stop ringing on that fateful morn bearing less than happy news for Elena Samuelle. It seemed that the moment Helmut was blown all over creation, MI5, in a joint effort to draw to a close Helmut’s mission, sent Michael Samuelle to arrest Mr. Vulkner Sr. The old man faced with the avenging angel of death died of a heart attack never knowing Helmut was also deceased. Elena’s beloved husband without her knowledge was indeed the covert community’s biggest weapon and perhaps the old man died of fear when he realized who the soft spoken Frenchman wearing Mission Gear really was.
And now, the reading of the wills was but a week away and Michael told the Joneses that it would be best if he did not see Nikita before the historic meeting at the Vulkner’s lawyers. George and Adrian disagreed with Michael’s plan but went along nevertheless realizing that the man was a brilliant tactician. Michael explained further that Nikita needed to be genuinely surprised so that his wife and brother-in-law believed the scenario and that Nikita was an innocent and she should stay that way.
Not to bore you with the details of how Nikita gained consciousness after hitting the wall of windows when the house blew up or how she took the news that she was a young widow. Nor describe at nauseam how she learned she was the sole heir to a vast yet morally reprehensibly-obtained fortune. Neither tell you how the Vulkner children dealt with the news of the dangling-participle that was Nikita and Helmut’s marriage, or irk you with their plans to exterminate our heroin. I’ll get instead to the meaty part of this story and let you know what happened when the lovers met again – sigh!
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“Adrian, please you have got to come with me, I don’t want to face these people on my own.” Nikita asked in a deep voice full of emotions.
“You’ll be fine my dear.” Adrian answered, sitting next to Nikita at the airport.
“But Adrian, George has not practiced law in a lot of years. I don’t want to embarrass him.” Nikita was telling Adrian as a well dressed George with airline tickets in hand approached the two women.
George smiled, having heard the young woman’s concern, “Nikita, I will repeat that the law is like riding a bike… you don’t forget. I have read up on the applicable section of the Napoleonic Code and can assure you, we are good to go. And I agree, Adrian, she would feel better if you were there to hold her hand.”
“George, I am not the holding hand kind, but I’ll go for moral support.”
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The pompous surroundings of the Vulkner barristers’ office resonated with haughty arrogance. There were photographs of dead lawyers in ornate frames hanging dustily from expensive wood paneled walls. There were plush oriental rugs that adorned the floors and almost indiscernible music piped in through hideously ugly rococo objets d’art. There were seriously attired men and Victorian-looking women who worked in the heavy tone of the out-of-date environment. And in contrast, there was the lovely young beauty of Nikita Wirth Vulkner adorning an uncomfortable couch in the reception.
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