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“Thank you Monsieur Pierre,” I say as I tip a sip from a nearby champagne glass. I quickly grab my phone and send a message to Mr. Peak. “At VIP table. Everything OK.” When I lift my head up from my phone, I notice one of the models staring at me like a piece of meat.
She is stunning to say the least. Her stare makes me a bit nervous. This model looks like she wants to f**k around with me. While I am flattered, I like all of my lovers to be all man like my Mr. Peak!
Juliette notices that the tall model in question is staring at me. “Sarah, let me introduce you to, um, I forgot your name, darling,” the CEO says as she looks at the tall stunner.
The six foot model extends her hand and says, “I am Nikita.”
Nikita’s voice! It gives me chills. She speaks with an accent that sounds familiar and terrifying. Where have I heard that accent before?! That’s right. I was in Monaco. Mr. Peak ordered me to keep Sergy Molidak occupied while my boss helped engineer the overthrow of his father’s country. Nikita has the exact same accent as Sergy. She is from Odostan. The very country I helped Mr. Peak overthrow just a week ago.
I look at this tall model. She has a disposition about her that I just don’t like. My body gets tense. I have to use my powers of deception and not let on that I am scared. I fake a nice, wide smile and ask her. “Your accent is alluring. What country are you from, Nikita?”
“I am from the Ukraine,” she says.
Bullshit. Now I am sure she is lying.
I take my phone out of my pocket. I ever so covertly snap a photo of her and type a message to my boss, “Met woman at club. She speaks with Odostan accent.” I surreptitiously send the message to Mr. Peak and finish off that glass of wine.
I am almost certain that someone from Odostan is trying to kidnap me to get at my boss. But who? The old dictator is dead. Could it be Mr. Peak’s new ally General Zhukov? I keep a good eye on this woman. Perhaps she is acting as a lookout while the kidnappers plan their strike.
The music begins to really start pumping. Models get on the dance floor. Nikita stands up and starts to shake her hi**ps to the music. She saunters up to me and grabs my hand. I nearly swat it away. Then a little voice whispers in my head, “Be deceptive. Don’t let her think you know anything about her.”
I get up and begin to dance with this tall babe. She looks down at me with a smile that sends chills up my spine. My instinct tells me that I am in imminent danger. I think about running out. But I can’t leave yet. I need to get as much information as possible so Mr. Peak can uncover his enemy.
As we dance, I check an incoming message from Mr. Peak, “Received photo. Will have woman identified soon. Stay alert.” I place the phone back into my purse and continue to dance with Nikita. She grabs me by the hi**ps. I grab her by the hi**ps. But my move isn’t affectionate. I want to feel her up for any weapons she may have on her.
The music get faster and the dancing becomes more manic. I feel the heat beginning to rise in my head. This woman is much bigger than me and, by the looks of her sculpted arms, could easily snap me in two.
I panic. I move away from her. She smiles and moves towards me. I look at her and say, “I have to go grab a drink.” Nikita just stands there for a moment and let’s me go. I disappear over to a bar to grab a much needed refreshment. Since I am hot and nervous, I opt for a glass of cool water to calm me down.
I reach into my purse and pull out my cellphone. There is a message from Mr. Peak. “Woman is Veronika Luka - an as**sassin loyal to Sergy Molidak. GET AWAY FROM HER!!!” I re-read the message. I look at the crowd. I can’t find Nikita.
Fuck this. I dart around the club, looking for the exit. There are so many people and so many bodies that I begin to hyperventilate. I find a line to the women’s bathroom. I cut in front of everyone and rush inside.
The bathroom is crowded with girls. Some of them are doing their make-up. A few of them are doing coke off of their vanity mirrors. I need to get out of here. Then I look down at my fingernails. Those carbon fiber claws at the end of each finger. I think about Mr. Peak. He is the real one being targeted. I am the one who is supposed to help him. If I escape now, Veronika Luka could disappear and we’ll never know Sergy Molidak’s whereabouts.
I reach into my phone and create a message for Mr. Peak, “Will find location of Sergy from as**sassin. Do not worry about me. I’ll be fine.” I send the message. As the women primp themselves, I calmly look at my face in the mirror. I look scared on the outside. On the inside, I am ready for war.
I walk out of the bathroom and wander back onto the dance floor. As I maneuver through the crowd, I feel a strong hand take hold of my right arm. “There you are!” Veronika says with a wide smile. “I thought you disappeared on me.”
