| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 39 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, November 04, 11:52:57pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie!" on Tuesday, October 19, 01:16:54am
Michael had decided not to go into the office today. It was Friday, and he was going to spend his 3-day weekend with Nikita. Until his secretary called him at home. He knew the news must be dire if she disturbed on his day off.
It was. It was an urgent message from O’Brien, stating that he had to see Michael, and that time was of the essence. Julie Sand from the Vacek’s mansion had also left several messages asking him to call. Michael received O’Brien’s message about Elena first, only to have it confirmed by Julie. Vacek’s plans were still unknown. All she knew for certain was that they had hired a German tutor for Adam. Julie was nervous. This was her first visit to Samuelle’s and Adam’s father was rather intimidating.
“Is the tutor male or female?” Michael asked Julie suddenly.
“Female,” answered Julie, a little thrown by his line of questioning. She tucked a lock of bright red hair behind her ear.
“Did Vacek interview .her, or did she come from an agency?” Michael pressed.
“I don’t remember hearing anything about an interview, and since we would be working so closely, I’m sure I would have met her if there was one.” She paused. “I was never interviewed,” she added helpfully. “They hired me through an agency.”
“So they don’t have any idea what she looks like,” mused Nikita, following Michael’s line of questioning.
“You don’t happen to speak German, do you?” Michael asked Nikita, sure he knew what her answer would be.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she stated proudly. “I learned along with the Fanning twins. I’m a little rusty, and I couldn’t fool a native for long, but I could hold my own with the Vaceks.”
Michael’s gleam of elation turned into a sigh of disappointment. “It’s too dangerous. I could never allow you to do it.”
Nikita ignored him and turned to Julie. “What’s the tutor’s name?”
“Bobbi Maxfield.”
“Right. Michael, get the name of the agency that Julie was hired through—call them and cancel Bobbi Maxfield. I’m going to buy a couple German tapes to brush up, and Monday morning, the Vaceks are going to meet the new, improved Fräulein Maxfield.”
“Nikita, this is insane. You’re a model. What if they recognize you?”
“Michael, you’ve seen me without make-up. How do I look?”
“Beautiful.”
Nikita laughed. “To you, maybe, but to the average Joe I just look normal—like anyone else you’d see on the street. I’ll even wear sensible shoes and tweeds.”
“In August?” asked Julie, still puzzled.
“I’m kidding,” said Nikita. “Give Michael’s secretary the name of your employment agency, then go back to the Vacek’s and keep your eyes and ears open. Do not act surprised when you see me Monday morning masquerading as Fräulein Maxfield, German tutor.
“Got it,” said Julie, confusion clearing. She swiftly left the building and returned to the embassy before she was missed.
Michael took Nikita’s hands. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s very risky.”
“It’s the only way we can get close to Adam. Somehow, we’ll work out a plan to get him outside and then snatch him away from the Vaceks. It’s the only way.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
Nikita smiled. “Every day in every way.”
* * *
“You are Australian,” pronounced Salla Vacek.
“Yes,” replied Nikita, “but my father was German, and we lived in Germany for 10 years”
“Then you know Munich well,” said Vacek, intending to test her.
“No, actually, we never made it to Munich. We lived in Bonn.” It was the only other Guidebook she could find, and she had crammed like crazy in case he asked about landmarks. When he admitted he didn’t know Bonn, Nikita let out a giant mental sigh.
“Will my grandson have an Australian accent?” he asked, concerned.
“No,” Nikita answered truthfully. “I learned German with a true German accent.”
“My driver has a few questions for you.” He motioned for Eric to come into the room. “Eric lived in Munich as a boy. He is anxious to see if his German is still fluent. You will indulge him?”
“Of course,” said Nikita, smiling. Okay, here it comes. Let’s hope you can hold your own.
“Das junge Fräulein reist ohne Gepäck. Wo sind Ihre Kleidung?” he fired at her.
“Die Luftfahrtgesellschaft hat mein Gepäck verloren. Ich warte darauf jetzt,”
“Wie werden Sie sich behelfen?” he tried again.
Nikita smiled. “Ich werde fein sein. Vielen dank für das Sorgen.”
Nikita looked at Vacek. He was looking at Eric with an expression that clearly said, ‘Well?”
Eric hesitated a moment, looked at Nikita, then nodded to the ambassador. Vacek sent him from the room. Nikita’s heart slowed to a more normal rate.
Vacek summoned Julie. “This is Adam’s nanny. She will show you to your room and introduce you to Adam.” Nikita smiled at Vacek, then left the room in Julie’s wake.
**The young lady has no luggage. Where are your clothes?
The airline lost my luggage. I am waiting for it now.
How will you manage?
I will be fine. Thank you for your concern.
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