
Sara POV
Nicholai is a spy agent. I can't believe it. But what is clear is that he is the one who can give me 40,000 as my transfer capital to LA?!
"You don't think he's gonna suspect me. I haven't had a relationship with him all this time."
"I told you you were just acting you were interested in her kindness. He also used kindness to get women. You don't know how many lovers he's had while at your training ground." Nicholai said the fact, even many people know it.
"I know, ..." But he seems nice. Did I misrepresent her kindness? He even lent me 10,000 without asking for anything, why is he so nice to me. There will be no free lunch. "He looks good on me."
"He had a reason, I told you, maybe you looked like his first love. You can ask later."
"You think he'll be lured to sleep with me?" Doing this for 40,000. For Mom...
"Later this week the NYC Ballet will host a dinner party and dance party for donors, premium fans, principals and dancers at the Hilton Hotel. You can get close to him by then, we'll work our part on that."
"What are your parts."
"Enter stimulants into his drink. You just have to get close to him, I guarantee it'll be easy." They turned out to have a plan, it seems that he even has an operations team here.
I was silent, not expecting I would be at the point I had to do something like this.
"You only do this once. Be impressed with his kindness. You can pretend you're drinking too much there to make your plans. You got 40,000 . You can resign and have a good career in LA. There will be no more financial difficulties in the future. Think about it." He seems to understand that I still doubt.
"No way, no way a man who has been filled with his own desires will be aware of the circumstances that seem to be in his control, you you do just charm him and let him lead." Nicholai dashed my doubts.
With that understanding pestered I attended this feast. I was given an ivory white silk shirt with a charming elegant design, with a match of faux pearl earring jewelry that made my appearance perfect. I've never felt so pretty to trap a man.
I came to a party with Nicholai, but we weren't together.
"This indicator light will turn green if you can remove the device from the phone, we will do our part, try to kiss you, the lipstick I gave you will make a light sleeping pill, so we will do our part, you'll take the antidote so you won't be affected... The next day part ways with the usual."
He handed a thumb-sized device that had a plug to the usb of the phone.
"What tool is this?"
"You don't need to know the trick is gonna be better." He's right less I know would be better.
And now I see him, with his black tuxedo swarmed by several women, two of whom are his best friends. My mixed feelings, fear, thumping, are big enough, after all I don't know if I can match the charm of another woman in her eyes.
He looked at me, our eyes met, he was glued to me for so long that he made other women look at me. If I had stayed in NYC, I would have been their enemy.
connect tomorrow----
A little bit today