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Finally it's here. The Substitute Book II will be released on May 5th., 2012 as a  hardcover or  paperback book. The novel's preview is about 150 pages so you can see Stacey's incredible (and hard) work.  As usual, every two weeks, a new chapter will be released in the blog (and hopefully, you will leave me some feedback)

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TS 2 Chapter 12

Chapter 12

May 13^th, 2009

Four days after their official “break up” Guntram acknowledged that this time Konrad was serious about it. He had not phoned him or even answered his SMS asking him for an appointment. The children stopped to come to the flat and Guntram preferred to keep distance; 'A scene in front of the school would be worst for them.'

'It's exactly as Michel Lacroix or Nicholas Lefebvre told me. They certainly know him well. He didn't give me the chance to explain myself when I let him tell me why he lied to me several times. I forgave him his infidelity and even took the blame.'

'Guntram you are a moron. A pathetic moron.'

'This is worse than a Stockholm Syndrome! He does whatever he wants with me. I go to Russia to fix my debts with Constantin so I can continue with him, and he kicks me out.'

'Maybe this relationship was never meant to be. I have to carry on with my life. He's so stubborn that he won't forgive me ever and make the boys suffer just because he's too proud as to forgive.'

Guntram sighed and watched the canvases he was working in. 'Useless. Waste of materials. I need to renovate my style and I will never do it here.'

'Time to swallow my pride and ask for help.'

The Players

Before Guntram came to their lives, they had a sound business relationship... friendship perhaps.

The Players

October 19^th, 2000

Punta del Este, Uruguay.

The young personal assistant was sweating as he waited for his superior at the Carrasco airport. One nervous look at the man in charge of Sao Paulo office convinced him that he was also nervous and cross.

“On top we have to drive for two hours,” Landau mumbled. “The Duke will be furious.”

“Don't tell it to me. What on earth possessed Repin to arrange the meeting there?”

“We need him, therefore he sets the rules, Heindrik.”

A group of seven tall, well dressed men approached the crystal-steel doors which automatically opened and both men stood to attention when they saw their superior, already looking very serious under his sunglasses.

“Welcome, sire,” said Heindrik courteously. “The cars are waiting for you.”

“Everything ready?” Konrad asked without stopping in his walk or even casting a glance at the young man who had to jog after him.

“We have to drive to another city. Punta del Este. Mr. Repin insisted on changing the meeting place two hours ago. There was no time to change your flight's schedule.”

Konrad stopped abruptly and looked at Heindrik as Goran came forward. “We don't change places with such short notice,” The Serbian pointed out. “Even you know this, Holgersen.”

“The place is secure, sir. Belongs to our people.”

“Why the change?” barked Ferdinand.

“Mr. Repin says he finds the place amusing,” a mortified Heindrik said. “Hotel Casino Conrad,” he confessed and Konrad really looked at him.

“Russians are very childish. We drive now,” was his sole answer.

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TS 2 Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Guntram de Lisle's Diary

May 5^th, 2009

This morning I took a flight to Paris after I got rid of Konrad, behaving worse than a jealous cat, almost not letting me sleep the whole night and using me as a pillow later. I swear I almost had a heart attack with all the gym he wanted to do. No complaints from me, but I'm glad to have three days of rest ahead of me now.

The boys were very happy to find Papa in my bed and I nearly had my third heart attack right there. When they ran away to get dressed, I pushed him out of my bed and he laughed like a big child at my embarrassment. Close well the tie because you have a bite there and I wonder what could Ferdinand tell you.