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I was not only surprised to know that Rebecas had been able to recognize who Nikki was, I wouldn't have if I were in her shoes. I was also amused by her confidence to question the lady especially given where they had both ended things the last time.

"I asked you a question, what are you doing here?" Rebecca stepped forward, closing the gap between her and Nikki.

"Why? Do you own this place?" Nikki moved even closer to her, breaching the few inches Rebecca had left open. Her hand was on her waist and she eyed Rebecca from head to toes. I found it a difficult task to conceal this bravery. How was she talking in that confident manner when all she did was act like a chicken around me.

Rebecca was lost on what next to say. Like myself, it seemed she hadn't been expecting the reaction.

The make up artist looked confused and turned to look at me unsure. "Um, sir, she's ready. I'll take your credit card for paymen