Somewhere a door slammed, a man shouted, a woman screamed. But it was all just noise to her. All of her attention was focused on one man. One potentially devastating man.

'chelle paced back and forth in front of the man seated before her. She had a note pad in her hand and a chewed up pencil stuck into her mass of curling red hair. Her black sweater nicely complimented her black slacks which in turn set off her black socks in cased in her black boots. you gotta love it when a wardrobe comes together...

"Now, what have you learned in the past few days?"

He was silent...obviously searching for the correct answer. She could be a stern task-mistress. He had discovered this in the last few days with her, a single miss spoken word, a wrong gesture, and it would be all over for him.

'chelle stopped her pacing to stand in front of him. One leather clad toe tapping furiously..... "Well??? I'm waiting..."

He gulped... "Uh, I should give Nikita more intelligence than the average house plant..."

'chelle nodded approvingly...."AND???"

"No more re runs... burn the brown floppy hat in a gesture of good will..."

'chelle's eyes were beginning to sparkle, he was getting it... he was really getting it!! "And...most importantly????..."

Joel cleared his throat... this was it... the final test. "Michael...Michael and more Michael."

"YES!!" 'chelle turned and did a impromptu dance of joy, momentarily forgetting herself. After five hard days of retraining Joel Surnow of the LFN Creative team, she was finally satisfied that he would take the suggestions and demands of the board and place them into good use. ‘chelle got herself under control yet again and turned to the man who had caused everyone such grief over the second season.

"You have done well, I am letting you go. But remember this! At anytime...I can have you brought back in for more....questioning." 'chelle gave him a Madeline like smile that chilled his heart. "And next time...I'll let one of the OTHER girls have a crack at you...and believe me...there are a couple on the board you Don't wanna tango with! If you get my drift!!" She directed her best menacing stare at the man. "Now go back to the powers that be and instruct them on how to turn from the dark side." 'chelle motioned to one of the silent lurkers to undo the bindings and free the man to escape back to his world.

'chelle smiled at the ropes laying on the chair *such possibilites*...she walked over to the intercom on her desk and punched a button.... "Send him in please..."

The door opened and the silhouette of a well put together man appeared in the doorway. "Is it done?"

'chelle felt her knees turn to mush as she smiled lovingly at him. "Yes... I think we did it."

The man walked slowly toward 'chelle, his face coming out of the shadows..."no mon chere...it was you and the other ladies who did it... Now the Production company knows... now they understand. They will listen to you... " Michael smiled the smile he saved for only the ladies of the board... "Now... about these ropes..."

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