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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 09, 09:37:11am
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Rita
's message, "TMTC" on Friday, September 10, 11:18:42pm
Chapter Thirty Two
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Shoving the reminder into a part of her she seldom dared visit, Nikita stepped out of the limousine and was immediately greeted by the owner of the estate.
“Nikita!” He exclaimed, a grin stretching his features. Although not the name she’d used when they’d met, he’d later discovered through his contacts who she and her partner really were. Shocked as he had been when he’d gotten her call less than half an hour ago, the notification had at least given him a little time to recover his equilibrium.
“Helmut,” Nikita smiled, ignoring his obviously counterfeit enthusiasm. She wasn’t surprised that he’d gleaned her real name. He clearly had resources, that much was obvious by the fact that he was alive and well. Between the fortune his recently deceased father left him and the contacts he’d no doubt cultivated during his years with Interpol, he was fairly insulated from those in Red Cell who still wished him harm.
Helmut Volker hadn’t been in danger from the Agency or Interpol for almost two years. Green-listing the German had been one of Nikita’s first decisions once she took over the Perch.
“I never thought I’d see you gain,” Helmut’s suspicion of her motives did not prevent him from inviting Nikita in.
“Neither did I,” Nikita admitted frankly.
At her insistence, the two had sat down in the most private room in his house, their bodyguards just outside the door.
A discreet knock at the door momentarily relieved the awkwardness they both felt. Upon Helmut’s approval, a servant came in to serve tea and coffee, leaving the tray behind to the side of the desk within easy reach for refills.
Declining his offer for anything else, Nikita took a sip of the flavored brew Helmut had poured and sat back in the plush guest chair while Helmut helped himself to a cup of coffee wishing for something stronger. Nikita’s arrival had brought forth painful memories. Though not entirely her fault (he had been the one to insist on marriage after all), their long ago meeting had been the catalyst for the new life he’d had to create for himself.
Once they were both settled, Helmut broke the somewhat long and uncomfortable silence, a testament to Nkita’s learned patience and skills. Once, she would have been the one to quickly break the silence, now she understood the judiciousness of it.
Helmut knew that Nikita was still in the game, that she was now in charge of the organization that she had reluctantly worked for when they’d first met. He also knew that she was the one responsible for extricating him from the trouble he’d been in with both Interpol and the Agency after he’d prevented the Hague bombing. What he didn’t know was what she wanted from him now, more than three years after their last encounter.
“So, what brings you here?” Helmut finally asked, with no small amount of trepidation. He would always be grateful to her for saving his life, but any other feelings he’d harbored had long since dissipated. He now had a family of his own, a wife and infant daughter who were fortuitously visiting his in-laws.
He just hoped that this impromptu meeting did not mean that he would never get to see them again.
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