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Subject: Chapter 15b

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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 01, 04:57:34pm
In reply to: Juli 's message, "Angelita - new chapters (finally)" on Friday, February 18, 01:02:53pm

A few days later at dinner, Nikita set down her fork and looked up.

“I’ve been watching the Oprah show on television and I would like to go on it,” she announced to her father, Walter, and Michael.

“Is this what you really want to do, Sugar?” Walter asked.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and decided that I would see the kind of shows they are and then make my decision that way. You have to admit, it is quite a fantastic story. Almost a fairy tale. I like the way Oprah treats people and I think it would be a good one to appear on.”

Nick nodded at her well thought out decision. “Very well then. You can contact Miranda Turner tomorrow and have her make all the arrangements,” he told her, taking another bite of his pasta.

Nikita smiled at their easy acceptance of her decision.

The next day, with Michael by her side, Nikita visited her father’s offices to meet with Miranda.

“Oh, I just love Oprah! I’m so glad you decided to do her show, Miss Wirth,” Miranda gushed as they sat across from her in her beautifully appointed office.

“I’ve been watching her show to see how it was,” Nikita told her. “It seemed like a good program.”

“Oh, it is! I’m going to call them right now. They will be so glad you agreed,” Miranda told them picking up the phone.

After a short conversation, Miranda said, “Just a moment I will ask them.” She turned to Nikita, “They want to bump Monday’s show to do yours,” she said, her finger on the hold button.

Nikita blinked with surprise. “Isn’t that rather fast?” she asked, totally unsure of what would be an appropriate amount of time.

Miranda nodded. “It’s practically unheard of, but they want you bad,” she replied.

Nikita turned to Michael. “Your father’s jet can take you to Chicago whenever you like, Nikita. The timing is not an issue. You just have to decide,” he told her.

Nikita tapped her finger against her lips as she thought about it. “Very well, tell them we will be there on Monday,” she told Miranda finally.

“Wonderful,” Miranda said, taking the call off hold. “She said Monday will be fine. Email me all the details, will you? Fantastic. No, thank YOU,” she said hanging up.

Miranda looked up at Nikita. “I will let you know exactly what needs to be done. I will be there with you the whole time, so don’t worry a bit.”

Nikita nodded.

“Would you like to go to Chicago tomorrow and spend the weekend seeing the sights?” Michael asked.

Nikita’s face lit up. “Oh can we? That would be wonderful,” she exclaimed.

Michael turned to Miranda. “Will that work with your plans, Miss Turner?”

“Oh fine, fine,” she said, eagerly reading the email that had just come in. “It’s only a quick flight to Chicago. I will meet you there on Sunday night.”

Michael was secretly glad that Nikita had agreed to go to Chicago early. He had found out, using Birkoff as his “spy,” that Jurgen had been out of town for several days and would be returning home tomorrow. By getting Nikita out of New York for a while, he could postpone their inevitable second date.

Nikita pulled on his arm, hurrying him out of the office. “Hurry, Michael. Let’s go pack!” she said.

Michael chuckled at her childlike enthusiasm for this new adventure.

The next morning early, they were buckling their seatbelts in the plush, Wirth Enterprises jet. The captain came over the speaker to tell them that the flight should be clear until they reached Chicago where it was snowing.

Nikita’s eyes went wide. “Snow?” she asked with amazement.

Michael nodded, pleased that she would be able to see snow for the first time with him. It was early December and the weatherman kept predicting snow in the Big Apple, but it never seemed to actually fall.

The flight was short and uneventful, and soon they were taxiing to a private hangar where a limousine was waiting for them. Michael held out a long fur coat for Nikita to put on as the steward opened the door.

Nikita stared out the huge hangar door at the snow that was falling. She stepped slowly down each step, mesmerized by the sight.

“Nikita, we will see the snow. I promise,” he told her, trying to get her into the limousine.


On Sunday night, Nikita lay in her bed and thought about the past four days. The time had flown by, and she had truly enjoyed herself.

Michael had taken her to the Sears Tower, Milennium Park, and other tourist sites. They had also shopped and dined, enjoying what the city had to offer. She thought back on more than one occasion when a woman had tried to attract Michael’s attention. At first it had shocked Nikita and Michael had ignored it. But soon, with her mind tuned that direction, she began to notice how many women looked at Michael for more than a passing glance. In fact, she realized that some of the looks seemed to be hungry stares.

Thinking about the one waitress who had even given Michael her phone number, had awakened what Nikita realized, with surprise, was jealousy. It had never occurred to her that other women would desire Michael. To her, he was just Michael. It made her think of him in a totally new light. After that, she had watched the way he walked and spoke and soon began to see what the other women had seen.

Forcing her mind from the unsettling topic of her sudden and growing attraction to Michael, Nikita thought about the show she would be taping the next day. Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as she pictured the whole thing in her mind.

Eventually, her tired body overcame her excited thoughts and she fell asleep.

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Woohoo!!! Finally........TNWednesday, June 01, 08:29:00pm
Now we're getting somewhere! (NT)MichelleBWednesday, June 01, 09:18:04pm
Bravo!k8lynThursday, June 02, 11:07:55am
this story is amazing keep writing.. (NT)letmebe1.blog.onet.plMonday, June 06, 04:27:14pm
Oh, yes, please keep writing more of this = (NT)signme1Wednesday, June 15, 12:07:09am

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