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Sophie looked at me and burst into tears, this was the first time I had
seen such raw emotion from her, I took her into my arms and comforted
her, stroking her and patting her back, she was devastated, sobbing "I
never meant for all this to happen, it all got out of hand, I'm so, so
sorry"
As I held her I crooned, "Sophie, Sophie calm down, just calm down and
start from the beginning."
Tears were streaming down her face as she looked at me, she stroked my
cheek and sobbed. "You are really beautiful, you are more Nichola than I
ever was, I just couldn't take the pressure, Oh god I'm so sorry."
This was getting us nowhere, so sharply I snapped, "Sophie, just pull
yourself together, come on girl stop crying and get your thoughts
together" at the same time I gave her a shake to emphasise how frustrated
I was.
She calmed down somewhat then eventually started telling me the whole
story, every so often she would heave shuddering sobs she was really in
distress, and very fragile; I realised that I would have to treat her
with kid gloves.
Apparently it had all started when she suspected the fraud and had delved
deeper, the promotion was also on offer, so things started to get on top
of her, when she had won the promotion, things sore of came to a head and
she had the breakdown, this was a genuine breakdown
It was then she discovered that she was far more at ease with herself
with little or no worries, no pressure, so she decided to call herself
Sophie after a well loved doll she had as a child!
She realised that this would destroy her career, but what she never
expected was that I would volunteer to become her thus holding her job
open! (If only she knew that I loved my new life)
When she found out that I was now Nichola, things became complicated and
she decide to remain as Sophie, but she couldn't let the criminals go
free, me getting involved was a golden opportunity to help, hence the
notes.
I asked her why she had used Morse code to sign her name, she smiled and
told me that it was a dare, a test if you like, if someone realised what
she had written and who she was then this was added excitement.
Then she turned very serious and looking at me said; "I never meant for
you to spoil your life Andy by becoming Nichola, it must be horrid for
you to have to pretend all the time"
I was silent for a while deep in thought, finally I answered her "Please
don't call me Andy, for me Andy is dead, I'm Nichola and I absolutely
love it, but if you want to take back your old life then I will remain
Nichola and make a new life!"
She looked shocked at that, "Y, y, y, you mean you actually like being a
woman, a career woman who must be better than her male colleagues?" I
nodded.
Still looking at me she carried on, "As for me wanting my old life back,
no chance, absolutely no chance I'm Sophie now, I'm going to keep on with
my music and maybe make my life in music, you can keep your life, my
life, whatever - you have my full blessing - Nichola"
The way she said this with so much passion brought a lump into my throat,
in my heart of heart, this was what I wanted to hear!
I just had to say this to her, but I was aware of just how fragile her
mental state was, I took a deep breath. "Sophie, do you think you were a
bit selfish? After all the easier thing to do was to resign and follow
your dreams"
Tears started to flow, no sobbing, no emotion, just tears stricken she
looked at me her big brown eye's flooded with tears but she spoke
clearly, "Yes, yes of course I've been selfish, but the pressure was
horrid, I just wasn't thinking. I know I've hurt mum and dad but I
thought that if I simply resigned I would let everyone down."
This irritated me, slightly sharper than I intended I replied, "you mean
by your own high standards you would let everybody down, really Sophie,
you never considered mum and dad, they are so hurt, so lost" now I was
weeping!
We sat in silence for a while, each engrossed in our own thoughts, the
somewhat shyly Sophie (for that is who she is now) asked me, "I suppose
you are going to tell mum and dad?"
I looked at her steadily and said; "no I'm not, YOU are, don't you think
that they deserve to know the truth, mum's been tearing herself apart
wondering where she went wrong, and dad's been blaming himself, so
Sophie, YOU have to tell them"
Quietly she sobbed. "But how, I'm so afraid and so scared of what they
will think of me"
I hugged her close and consoled her. "Sophie, I'll put no pressure on
you, if you want I'll be with you when you tell them, take your time
there is really no rush, just tell them"
I realised that I had made a bit of a mistake when she said, "No rush?" I
smiled sadly at her and said, "Well tell them before I get married,
because I want you as my bridesmaid, not a flower girl." She nodded
seriously and asked, "And you'll be there when I tell them?" I nodded
again. "If you want me to."
Sophie nodded thankfully and said, "Yes please, it would mean a lot to
me."
Very business like I then suggested, "Now let's get ourselves together
dry our eyes and go home before they send a search party out for us." She
dried her eyes. as I looked at her by the light of the street lamp I
commented, "I hope those red eye's of yours disappear before we get
home."
Sophie weakly smiled and answered, "Thanks Nicky - I'm loving having you
as my sister."
We got up but before we set off back I said to her "one more thing
Sophie" she looked at me with a deer caught in the headlights look,
clearly afraid I was going to renege on my promises, "yes "she carefully
answered; I smiled at her and said "this is just a suggestion, but if you
start acting and dressing a bit more adult like, it could smooth the path
when we tell them."
With that we linked arms and slowly walked home, just before we reached
home Sophie turned to me and quietly said, "Thanks Nichola, a weight has
been lifted from me."
It didn.t need an answer from me, so I gave her arm a little squeeze to
show I understood her feelings.
As expected mum was worried, I told her that we had lost track of time,
and between walking and talking we found ourselves further from home than
we should.
Supper was a pleasant affair, AND was really pleased to see that Sophie
had heeded my words and was acting just a little bit more adult, not a
lot; she was far too intelligent to go too far.
Talk got round to tomorrow and my second visit to another bridal salon -
Oh joy (the girl's being ironic). Mind you, I was starting to enjoy the
bridal finery even though it was a bit of an ordeal.
But again the sensation of wearing a wedding dress was really amazing,
the feel of the fabrics, the cut of the dresses it was the ultimate
expression of femininity!
The next morning after breakfast I got ready to go shopping, NOW I knew
what to expect, so I dressed in items of clothing that could be taken off
and on easily, a pair of loose cream wool/silk mix trousers and a multi-
coloured tunic top, cream court shoes, matching 3" belt and shoulder bag,
black parka style jacket completed to ensemble.
This second bridal salon was even more upmarket than the first one we
visited, coffee was served while the sales person Steve, a wonderful man,
so over the top gay he was unbelievable but had the knack of putting you
straight at ease - I loved him.
Then it was back to the dresses, first I tried on a tea length dress in
silk brocade with a sweetheart neckline and short cap sleeves, as I was
marched off to the changing rooms, Steve handed me over to a female
assistant making the quip, "I have to hand you over the Angela, can't
imagine why as girls are not my forte" I smiled, if only he knew.
Corsets!! Why do most brides' dresses involve a corset? While I loved the
shape one gave me, the practicalities of daily wearing far outweighed
these, all those laces, how DO you fasten them by yourself?
The first dress was completed with a short veil, while the dress was nice
- no it wasn't for me.
Next a full length one with a bustier top, built in boning and bra, in
cream satin with tulle over net and a hooped underskirt, full veil and a
fish tale train, no this wasn't for me.
I suggested to Sophie that she could be one of my bride's maids if she
wanted, as she was too big to be a flower girl.
I saw mum looking hopeful, and the look of delight and relief on her face
when Sophie answered, "I'd like that Nichola, can I be a bridesmaid mum?"
The look of joy on mum's face was wonderful to behold, Sophie actually
had called her mum for the very first time, to see mum's face was worth
all the dressing and undressing.
Then I found THE DRESS, oh god was it beautiful, a pure cream silk satin
column dress, which hugged my figure, the dress had boning, which nipped
my waist in and held my breasts just perfectly.
It was strapless but the bust line was filled in by shear tulle with seed
pearls sewn on in an abstract pattern, the dress pooled around my feet in
luscious folds, I could only take short steps - but what the hell!
The veil matched the bodice; shear tulle with the same pearl
embellishment a small tiara held it in place.
When I walked back from the changing room all conversation stopped, Steve
burst out, "Oh sweetheart that is you!"
I walked into the ring of mirrors so I could view it from all angles - it
was perfect, absolutely perfect, is highlighted every womanly curve of
me, I LOVED IT!
As I swung around admiring myself from every angle, mum breathed,
"Nichola, that's the dress, it's perfect for you."
Then I saw the price ?9,500! That brought me down to earth with a bump!
"Mum," I hissed, "have you seen the price?"
Mum smiles serenely. "Yes dear, it's gorgeous on you."
"But the price," I whispered again. "I can't afford that."
"Nonsense darling," mum answered, "your father can afford it, after all
it is his daughters getting married."
"But I'm not......." I started to say when mum cut me off. "Don't even
say it young lady, you are and I'm proud of you. This is clearly the
dress for you."
Steve returned and mum said, "My daughter will have this dress, can you
make an appointment for a fitting next week."
He smiled and responded, "Certainly madam, as soon as I saw her in it, I
knew it was the dress for her."
Mum paid a deposit and took a slip for the appointment for next week and
we left, I was fretting about the price, once we were clear of the shop I
protested to mum that it wasn't fair on dad, after all I'm not really
your daughter.
This was the first time I saw mum angry, she turned and looked at me
saying, "Nichola Mackinnon, you ARE my daughter, as much as Amy or
Sophie, so I'll hear no more of that nonsense from you; understand young
lady." She stood there hands on hips staring me down, I was beaten shame
faced. "Yes mum," I mumbled. "Pardon," mum snapped, "I didn't hear that."
I cleared my throat and said louder, "Yes mum, sorry mum." She smiled and
continued as though nothing had happened. "Coffee girls?"
Amy sidled up alongside me and hissed, "Now you know how it feels to be a
naughty little girl!" She said this with a broad grin and I couldn't help
but laugh.
After coffee we actually did some shopping, then home, throughout the
trip Sophie was unusually quiet, while we were looking around Marks and
Spencer's,
Mum came up to me and asked sotto voice, "Exactly what did you and Sophie
talk about last night?"
"Err nothing really, why?" Mum looked shrewdly at me and answered, "Well
she's asked me if she can have more adult type clothes."
Caught, I was in a quandary, thinking fast I managed to get out a little
white lie, "Well I did say that the styles of clothes for older girls
would give her more choice of what to wear."
"Oh really," was all she said in response, and to my relief left it at
that, considering mum's a very good barrister I think I got off lightly.
Home then and something to eat, I made a quick chilli with rice and
salad, then went and changed for my night out with Mel, after a shower I
dressed in a plum coloured leather pencil skirt, for the top I decided on
a red chiffon blouse with matching camisole nude hold up stockings and 3"
black shoes, matching hand bag (of course), my jacket was black faux fur
hip length.
I met Mel at the usual pub, Kylie was there as was some of the other
people I knew through Mel, the silly cow thanked me for looking after
Kylie and asked god knows how many times if we were sure Kylie could stay
with us.
In the end I told her "Mel, for the ten thousandth time yes she can stay,
and with the way she cooks she's more than welcome to stay - though I'll
never fit into my wedding dress!"
This got us talking about weddings, dresses, husbands and kids, Kylie
left with a bunch of her friends as we carried on talking, the country
and western group came on and we danced, then as our party grew at the
end of the night we all piled off to Mel's house to carry on - I really
enjoyed these Saturdays!
Sunday's now they were quite a different story, while I didn't drink an
excessive amount, we usually don't finish until the early hours of the
morning, so it's about four in the morning when I get to bed!
Sundays in our household are a quiet day, we go out for Sunday lunch, if
the weather's nice we go for a walk by the universities and river, it's a
recharging batteries day.
Today of all days, Sophie decided to tell Mum and Dad! She came into my
room about nine and woke me. Half asleep she informed me that she had
better face the music some time, so sooner rather than later she had
decided.
Of course I asked her if she was certain, she nodded and sat on my bed
while I took a shower and dressed, as I brushed my hair she commented;
"Nicky, you are so beautiful, far better looking than I ever was" I
paused in my brushing and reminded her "Don't be stupid, it was your
photo's they used to mould me into the girl I now am" She looked serious
and finally replied, "that as may be, but your body had taken what the
surgeons did and changed it into something altogether different."
I left the conversation at that, as it was beginning to disturb me for
some reason, slipping on a pair of skinny jeans and a sloppy Joe sweat
shirt tying my hair in a pony tail we left to meet Sophie's fate.
I am not going into this too deeply, as it was similar to the
conversation on Friday evening, except the atmosphere was very highly
charged, at first slightly acrimonious, then angry, emotional, I think it
ranged through every emotion humans are capable of until finally my
parents became understanding and accepting.
At one stage dad asked Sophie "and what about Andy? He's gone through a
lot because of you." I was holding Sophie's hand and butted in here,
"Please dad - if I can still call you that; remember Andy is dead, and
it's not about me, I'm totally happy, it's about reconciling the two of
you and Sophie."
Dad looked at me, and I saw love in his eyes. "Nichola, never forget you
ARE our daughter and I know I speak for Elizabeth we truly love you." Mum
nodded her head vehemently.
There were tears of raw emotion from everyone (including me) I hugged
mum, even hugged dad, as the emotion got to him, and of course Sophie,
who was a wreck!
Was I ever glad when that conversation had ended, mind you when I say
ended, I think there was more to come on this, as they say watch this
space!
Finally we went for lunch, and a walk by the river, considering what had
gone before this part of the day was something like normal.
We got home and I contacted Brett via face time, it was great to see him
and talk to him, I longed to touch him, to hold him, to smell his
maleness to taste him.
I packed my bag and got ready to drive back to London, Amy arrived back
from Guy's grinning all over her face, mum noticed and asked "and what
are you grinning at young lady" her smile was radiant I suddenly realised
and before she could say anything I blurted out "Guy's asked her to marry
him!"
Amy mouth hung open, I put a finger under her chin and closed it. She
looked at me saying, "How the hell did you know?" I hugged her and
quietly said, remember we're closer than sisters, congratulations
sweetheart, congratulations."
We all hugged her and again I blurted without really thinking, "Double
wedding sis?"
Amy let out an ear-bursting whoop. "You mean that sis? Really mean that?
It'd be great, getting married together!"
I was so happy myself, but I had to check with Brett first so I answered,
"I'll check with Brett while you check with Guy, then we can plan
together - or rather we get the ideas and mum brings common sense into
the proceedings."
Dad gave a groan. And speaking to mum moaned, "If they do get married
together it'll save some money." At that mum sweetly said, "After the
girls have gone I'll tell you all about the darling dress Nichola's set
her heart on, but it's a bit expensive." Dad looked at me and said, "To
hell with the cost it's Nichola that's getting married and I'm so proud
of her."
Amy and I beat a hasty retreat before mum told him how much the dress
was, picking up our bags we left and on the drive back I told her what
had transpired with Sophie, at first she was very angry saying to me,
"How do you feel? After all your life has been totally changed, totally
fucked up."
"Language Amy," I chided her, "I'm fine, in a way this is the best thing
that could have happened to me, Sophie doesn't want her life back so I am
Nichola for the rest of my life, chill little sister, feel some sympathy
for the weight and pressure that drove her to her breakdown."
Amy looked at me and replied "you are really so chilled about it" I
nodded, she sat immersed in her own thoughts finally remarking "well if
you're at ease with the situation then I have to be - and the upside is I
get on far better with you as my sister, and I prefer Sophie now, I can
relate to her... But she still was a selfish cow!"
We were entering the outskirts of the city and I concentrated on my
driving, we arrived home about eleven, and after a cup of cocoa (yes you
read right cocoa) we went to bed. Inside I was buzzing, I was keeping my
wonderful life as Nichola.
As I got ready for work, I was so, so happy, looking in the mirror I
whispered to myself I'm Nichola Elizabeth Mackinnon, I AM Nichola
Elizabeth Mackinnon for ever more.
I was still smiling as I dressed in a fitted business suit, dove grey,
pencil skirt, single breasted jacket, over this as it was raining I wore
a cream trench coat, making sure my umbrella was in my bag After a quick
breakfast Amy and I left for work.
The week passed, I went for lunch with Fiona every day, unless I was in a
meeting, I only saw Tim Williamson in passing when he was his usual
flirtatious self, but my feminine intuition sensed that under the urbane
exterior he was distracted.
I spoke to Brett daily either on my i-phone of face time, he also seemed
distracted, when I mentioned it to him he said it was pressure of work,
but he was winding up the Italian upgrades and moving to Switzerland
next.
On Thursday I got some news that shocked me to the core, in an internal
memo that was circulated to all managers I will quote it here.
'It is with great sorrow we have to inform you of the sudden and
as yet unexplained deaths of William J Ritter Corporate Head of Security
and Joachim Ragatz manager of R&D Switzerland, they died in a boating
accident in the Bahamas.
Preliminary reports point to a fault in the fuel system of the boat they
were using no other people were involved in this tragic accident.
Our thoughts are with their families and relations at this dark time"
I was stunned, completely stunned, what had happened? Then Fiona burst
into my office, "Nicky, have you heard the news?" I looked up and
answered, "I'm just reading the memo now"
"No not that, there have been arrests in the States, Italy, Greece and
Switzerland, there has been a mammoth fraud involving the Security and
R&D departments,
Corporate security in New York has been decimated as nearly all were
involved, in the fraud.
Demis Patera and Gino Agnello have been arrested as have two other under
managers in Rome and Athens, in Switzerland the head of security and
head of finance have been arrested! Rumour has it a multi million fraud
and money laundering ring has been broken apart!"
I sat there with my mouth hung open I was stunned, totally and utterly
stunned, things had suddenly happened, and happened so fast.
"Nichola," Fiona said bringing me back to the here and now, "please close
your mouth girl."
My mouth snapped shut, it all made sense now, well part of it! I would
put money on the fact that the deaths had been arranged - but why, why
kill them not arrest them? Unbeknown to me I had muttered this last bit
out loud, Fiona can't have picked it all up as she said "pardon" this
caught me unawares "Erm sorry, just thinking out loud, nothing, I didn't
say anything worth while, it's just that what with everything going on
I'm stunned."
Fiona was a shrewd cookie because she commented, "Makes you wonder if
Ritter and Ragatz had anything to do with it!"
All I could do was shake my head really I was overwhelmed. "Early lunch?"
I suggested I needed to get out of here for a while!
"Good idea Nicky I could do with a drink" she answered; I grinned and
responded, "And something stronger than coke."
Just then my phone rang. "Excuse me a second," I asked Fiona as I
answered it,
"Brett, honey, yes I have just heard the news, you are? When? Tomorrow,
that's great, see you then darling."
Fiona grinned and said from the half a conversation I take it lover boy
is arriving tomorrow. "Err yes, he said it was a quick call to let me
know" with that she commented well it was quick, I'll give him that.
We got our coats and headed for lunch, strangely enough we met Tim on the
way - I'm beginning to think that with Tim; Nothing is by chance.
He looked like the cat that got the cream, "Ladies," he said beaming,
"lunch is on me."
Fiona and I exchanged glances then smiling sweetly we accepted.
At the pub Tim insisted on not only buying us lunch, but also bought
Champagne, this was already chilled so the cunning fox must have pre-
ordered, as I said nothing he does is by chance!
We ordered and sat at a secluded table, after the drink was poured, Tim
raised his glass and proposed a toast for the successful conclusion and
for my help in the case! I was very embarrassed Fiona cocked her eyebrow
at me as much as to say we'll talk later.
The lunch was very good and Tim expanded on what small part I had played
in cracking the fraud, making me squirm with embarrassment.
We were late heading back to the office and slightly tiddly, I managed to
get Tim alone and asked the question I was burning to ask, "Tim that
accident with the boat, was it, I mean did we, oh god what do I mean?"
He looked grim and answered, "Nichola, I am afraid that was the only way
to handle the situation, the two of them were ready to skip to somewhere
we couldn't get hold of them."
"B, b, but that was murder," I stammered, "that's a crime, it's horrid,
and no matter what they had done surely they didn't deserve that!"
I was really quite disgusted, I didn't know exactly why, but it didn't
seem right.
I think he must have felt my disgust because he answered, "normally I
would agree Nichola, gratuitous killing is abhorrent to me, but they were
funding people trafficking and drugs, I have no qualms about their deaths
- and I'm sorry if you think any the less of me for my views on this."
I was slightly mollified, but still uneasy, so we agreed to disagree on
this to show him that there were no hard feelings I gave him a peck on
his cheek as we parted, However Brett was going to face some serious
questioning when I saw him.
Gren noticed that I was a bit tipsy and fielded a lot of my work load, I
was beginning to really respect him for his work ethic, his fianc?e must
be good for him as him attitude to women had done a 360 degree turn -
wonderful what love can do!
I got home and told Amy all my news, like me she was slightly disgusted
at the killings, however when I told her Brett was coming home tomorrow
she was happy for me.
I face timed Brett and we spoke for over an hour, closing he said that
"tomorrow I will hold you in my arms" that really thrilled me and brought
goose bumps out.
The next day at work, I was bubbling, I couldn't wait to see Brett,
unfortunately I couldn't pick him up as I had some meetings to attend
that couldn't be avoided, but he had a key to my flat to let himself in.
About three in the afternoon I got a call from Tim Williamson. "Nichola,"
he started, his voice sounded worried. "Tim," I answered, "whatever's the
matter?"
"It's Johannsen, he's done a runner," he told me, "he skipped before we
could get hold of him, but he won't get far as we have his passport."
I was alarmed, because 'the pig' as I called him was a nasty piece of
work, while I was thinking Tim continued; "can you give Brett a call to
warn him."
"Warn him," I queried, "warn him of what?" Like he was talking to an
idiot he explained, "Look Nicky, Johannsen is dangerous, he is capable of
doing anything, just warn Brett - please."
Now I was even more alarmed, I tried phoning, but it went straight to
voice mail, I assumed he was on airplane mode, so I sent a text, deciding
that this was all I could do for now, I continued to work, trying his
phone every 15 minutes or so.
I phoned Tim telling him that I couldn't talk to Brett, I assume because
he was in the air, though I had sent him a text.
Tim grunted non committedly and we left it at that, leaving work I headed
for the tube and set off home, at my station as I reached the surface my
hone gave the alarm ring, our silent alarm had been tripped, I thought it
was Brett, possibly he had forgotten, then I remembered what he did for a
job and knew he wouldn't have forgot something like that.
I opened the video link, and flicking through the images my blood ran
cold, 'the Pig' had Brett and they were in my flat, he slammed Brett into
a chair and handcuffed him, then I saw the gun, he had a gun!!!! Now I
went into full panic mode and started to run to my flat, what I was going
to do; I hadn't a clue, I just wanted to be with Brett!
Nearing the flat I stopped and looked at the video feed again, I watched
sickened as 'the pig' hit my Brett with the barrel of his gun, my darling
was hurt and I was raging mad, and it must be said not thinking straight.
I sprinted for the door (difficult in 3" heels) vaguely I remember
hearing a voice shouting after me "Nicky, Miss Mackinnon NO, STOP, FOR
GOD'S SAKE STOP!" But I took no notice and ran up the stairs.
I slammed my way through the door, surprising 'the pig' who waved his gun
at me he said, "Well, well, lookee here."
I didn't even check my pace but simply flew at him fingers clenched into
claws, I was going to use my long nails to good effect on the bastard.
At the same time Brett threw himself chair and all towards 'the pig' I
heard a Phut and felt the most tremendous pain in my right thigh, this
was followed by two more Phut, Phut and I saw blossoms of red appear on
Brett's chest, I realised that I had been shot and so had Brett!
Then there came three tremendous bangs, my ears rang then I saw 'the
pig', slumping to the floor his chest was covered in blood, the wall
behind him was absolutely splattered.
I managed to figure out that he had been shot, as I crawled to Brett
whimpering in pain from my leg, a young guy stood in the door way talking
on his mobile, and holding a gun!
I reached Brett and managed to hold him in my arms, cradling him, trying
to take away his pain, stroking his ashen face crooning sweet nothings to
him, our blood mingling on the floor.
Then blessed darkness took me and I fainted still holding my love.
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