As he sprinted up the City Hall steps, Nicholas felt more optimistic than he should have about this new adventure. But the beautiful sunny morning resembled spring rather than fall, and the city buzzed with life around him, putting him in a good mood. Even the delicious aroma of fresh croissants failed to make him long for home because, for once, he had other things with which to occupy his mind.
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He had spent the night pondering their predicament, and while the feasibility of the action was debatable, he had to admit it was a bold move. The only downside he saw, besides not being able to do his regular shows, was that some of the acts might require his help, but he had been too careful. He could use a change.
If they were allowed to do the show, the locals would see the circus folk were people like them-just with better enhancements. Maybe the next time they stopped by, they would not be forced to pull up on a abandoned track far out of town.
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The circus could certainly use it, as the past few years had been tough because of the war and the population was tight with their money. And what was good for the circus was good for all of them.
Of course, this was all propaganda, part of the pep talk Rake had given him before leaving the train. Rake was playing with his knives at the time. Nicholas did not fear him or any of the crew members, but he wanted to keep his place at the circus. With Big Dino hibernating and no one else officially appointed in the boss's place, Nicholas needed to tread carefully for a while.
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He shifted the small chrysanthemum bouquet to his Another hand and, after he knocked on the side of the office, he walked in. "Madame Odette, thank you for scheduling the appointment for a short time, this is for you."
The middle old, black woman sitting behind the desk was laughing when Nikolaus offered her the flowers. "Now a problem, Mr. Renard, Mayor Ternchiev is poor for news from the east, real news, not as the media."
"I'll be happy to give the news, though I'm afraid it's not good." Nicholas put on a grim face and took off his hands. "Is he in?" He knelt after the heavy, wooden pile of her right. "I hope I'm late."
"No, no, go right." Madame Odette wrapped her hand and smacked her glass on her lipstick. "He expects you."
Nikolaas went to himself when he came in bigger direction. One had no special type of "magic" to make people for you. In most cases, it was enough to be nice. Another kind of "fun" was needed when dealing with Mayor Ternchiev, though.
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"Mrs. Maire?" Nicholas lost his storm to show his presence to the elderly, who was involved in reading the pictures on a screen.
Bumpy bridges went for small eyes, buried in thick layers of fat, followed. "Hear Renard, is it the time of the year?" Ternchiev drained the screen and lowered it back into the office.
"I'm afraid it's." Nikolais grinned and pulled out a chair to sit down. They were not entirely, but he did not want to let the mayor keep in mind that he kept all the cards. Nicolaus also had a few axes on his ditch. "We've made it here again, I did not think
the rules have changed since last year?"
"I'm afraid they haven't." Ternchiev raised his shoulders in a half-apologetic gesture. "I lead this city, but I can't force the people to change their minds. If they don't want to see your people, there's nothing I can do. After all, I'm only a servant of the people."
Lies. So many lies. Banning the circus from town had been the mayor's initiative. He remembered the slogans: No spare parts! No corruption! It was how Ternchiev had won his third mandate. The circus crew didn't kidnap children and homeless people to use them for spare parts, but who would listen? After all, they were only circus people.
To be continued.......
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