The Romanoffs

Chapter 9.

"Hello, may I help you?" A beautiful woman with long blonde hair wearing black stilettos and a fitted blue dress with matching pearls waltz towards me.

Damn.

"Hello yes I'm Nicole Ramirez I'm here about the museum consultant position?"

"Oh yes very well please follow me" the woman swings her hips and I follow like a puppy. My god her curves were stunning, she stops at an office and leads me inside.

She reviews my resume as I sit in front of her, I'm nervous. I haven't had my first "big" girl job yet.

"I see here you graduated top of your class with a double major in History and Museum Studies? However, this is your first job experience in this field...."

I try to be polite as possible cutting her off.

"Yes, I completely understand that however, respectfully I am a true New Yorker and have grown up visiting all the museums. My knowledge of history and love of art makes me passionate about the care of museums. I studied these pieces countless times, I can name each floor exhibit one by one."

The woman giggles at my claim and raises her hand

"That's fine Nicole. We would love to have you here."

"Really!?!" I try to contain my excitement as she swings her chair around and rummages for some paperwork.

"Man that was easy," I think to myself. I begin to look around the office and stare at her artwork. Her bookshelf holds books from ancient Egyptian history to modern-day wars.

I spot one thing that stands out to me, a Russian translation book and I roll my fucking eyes.

"That was too fucking easy" I whisper. The woman is still looking for a folder and I take a deep breath

"Romanoff" I whisper and the woman freezes.

"I'm sorry what was that"

"Nadei Romanoff! You know perhaps your boss?"

She clears her throat and I cut her off before speaking. I watch her eyes fall to a photo on her desk, I reach for the photo and notice Nadei, another man, and this woman altogether. The strange man has his arms around her waist and Nadei on the other side of the man.

"Oh for fuck's sake you're a Romanoff too?"

"Well....by marriage yes. Hi I am Kimberly David-Romanoff, married to one of"

"Nadei's nephews I presume. While it's lovely to meet you, Kimberly, I must leave now and give the Pakhan an earache"

She giggles at my comment and holds out her hand.

"I hope I haven't offended you just following orders of course. I am pleased to meet the....perhaps the newest member of our tribe"

"Thank you, Kimberly, I hope to see you around if I don't go to jail for killing my boyfriend"

I pick up my resume and quickly walk out to the car, Gerald holds the door open and I object pointing to the driver side

"Nah Uh you are not driving my car!"

"Gerald hand me the fucking keys over or so help me you will feel the rage I have built up for Nadei" he reluctantly tosses me the keys and swears at me in Russian before getting into the passenger side.

"Where the fuck is he?"

"He's at the office....but he's in a meeting with some other bosses"