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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 21, 09:40:47pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 387+" on Wednesday, February 08, 08:18:13pm
“Nikita, we don’t have to do this right now. Maybe this would be a better space for some sort of… I don’t know… crisis room,” Reagan spoke as she walked behind Nikita as she was heading towards the attached part of the house that was to become Reagan’s place. Nikita stopped and stared at her early on this Saturday morning. “We do not need a crisis room.”
Reagan groaned. “I just meant… when everyone was over yesterday…”
“That doesn’t happen often,” Nikita warned and Reagan could see that she wasn’t going to talk Nikita out of this. Nikita sighed as she shook her head. “I just want you to meet Mick… and start talking. He might not even be able to get his workers in quickly… and then I have to go to that event at the zoo.”
“And it’s ok for you to take Sabina?” Reagan questioned and Nikita nodded her head. “Michael’s coming along… and the client approved it… there are going to be lots of kids… some from Sabina’s school.”
Reagan shrugged her shoulders. “I should come along. I know the kids… and you have to take photos.”
“You think that Sabina is too much for Michael to handle?”
Nikita started to walk into the space and Reagan cringed. She wasn’t doing a very good job this morning. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
“You meant it as a way to avoid this,” Nikita spoke without turning around and she didn’t need too. Nikita was right and Reagan realized that she was not going to get out of this meeting.
“You said that Mick has been recovering from some really serious injuries… maybe this should wait,” Reagan gave this argument one more time. But she knew that she wasn’t changing Nikita’s mind when Nikita started to laugh. Nikita turned while opening the separate door to the space and looked at Reagan. “It helps Mick to have work to do. He did the work at the gallery when he could barely walk. He has a lot of recovering right now, but he uses a cane. He is more than capable to order people around.”
Reagan turned and looked at the space. She had to think about it. She was going to have to answer questions that she wasn’t sure she would be able to answer. Since getting out of Section, Reagan hadn’t put roots down anywhere. She kept everything the way it was when she found it since she often would rent furnished apartments. She traveled light so she never had things that were hers. How was she going to have someone decorate her space if she never even cared to decorate before?
“So, after the event at the zoo, we’ll head to the studio so I can copy over the photos… and you’ll meet us there. That should be no later than three,” Nikita was talking and Reagan turned and tilted her head to the side. Nikita arched an eyebrow and didn’t comment for a while. “Remember that you are coming to get Sabina so Michael can go to the wedding dress boutique with me?”
“You are still going?” Reagan was shocked. She knew that what Michael and Nikita had said yesterday about the wedding going on as planned, but she thought that there would be some slowing down of the planning for it with this new threat.
Nikita nodded her head. “Michael isn’t going to let me not do this, Reagan. So we are going for the dress today… not that I didn’t try to talk Michael out of it.”
Reagan was about to say something when she heard the cheerful voice call out, “Popsicle!”
“Mick… you look great,” Nikita gushed as she hugged the man. Reagan leaned against the chair that was there around a table that they would use for the meeting. She studied the man as he hugged Nikita back and Nikita playfully slapped him as he just as playfully tried to touch her inappropriately. “Watch your hands, Mick. Michael is around.”
“Spyboy…” Mick whispered as he pulled away. If he saw Reagan he didn’t pay attention as he looked around the space. “Man… this is such an empty canvas… I didn’t realize simply how much spy junk that Davenport had been storing here.”
“You also had the crew come in and put in brand new drywall so you could have this blank canvas,” Nikita quipped as she walked towards the table and smiled at Reagan. “Reagan… this is Mick Schtoppel… the designer.”
“And I know all the secrets so don’t worry about blabbing to me… my Popsicle couldn’t keep things from me,” Mick winked as he came to the table. Reagan was still trying to figure out this man. “Ah… Hi. I’m Reagan.”
“Can I call you Madame President?” Mick inquired and Reagan tilted her head to the side before looking at Nikita. “I don’t know about this.”
“Sorry… that was a bad joke… but at least your name isn’t Clinton because then I wouldn’t be able to give you a different nickname,” Mick commented before Nikita could respond. Nikita swallowed and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “If Mick wants to give you a nickname… he is going to give you one. At least you have a choice.”
“You pocked Popsicle?” Reagan inquired and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I don’t know where it came from.”
Mick rubbed his hands together and slapped them. “I got it.”
“What?”
“This place is going to be a green hippie, Zen, spa retreat,” Mick looked around and pointed to the corner. “With a cool bar.”
Reagan blinked her eyes and shook her head. “What?”
“Oh,” Mick smiled. “And your nickname… I’m going to call you Jujubes.”
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