Bregovic & Mihailovic Dating Service- Part II

Bregovic & Mihailovic Dating Service. Part II 

November 9^th, 2012

Zurich

“Honestly, my wedding was something spontaneous and not really planned,” Guntram insisted miserably, and the Serb rose an eyebrow as he placed the glasses over the kitchen's countertop. The younger man took a seat on one of the stools, feeling a bit stupid after his last remark.

“Really? How long does it take for a Breguet to be manufactured?” he challenged Guntram.

“I don't know,” Guntram answered sheepishly. “Some weeks?”

“Yes, Guntram, some weeks,” Goran snorted. “Not even pictures!”

“Alexei took some with his mobile phone. I sent them to you by e-mail.”

“Big thing,” Goran snorted again. “I'm still upset with the Duke, and nothing you say will make me change my mind.”

“Konrad had the best intentions in mind. He never wanted to insult you or anyone in the family.”

“Yes, I've heard that excuse already. All right, I can't do a thing if your husband is a bit brain-challenged. Ferdinand's shouting was good enough.”

“And don't forget Albert, Adolf, Elisabetta, Tita, Carolina and a long list of other upset people yelling at him too,” Guntram said with a smile. “I could have not coped with a four hundred people wedding, my friend.”

“That's the only thing preventing me from breaking his neck,” Goran said partly smiling.

“How about you? Don't you want to marry?” Guntram asked casually.

Bregovic & Mihailovic Dating Service-Part I

Bregovic & Mihailovic Dating Service

November 5^th, 2012

Zurich

The early winter had forced Milan and Ratko to spend more time trapped inside the bank when they would have preferred to be outside. The fact that Goran's candidacy as new Hochmeister was gaining more and more support from the remaining associates after the schism provoked by the uprising against Georg von Lintorff, forced the Serbs to increasingly spend more time in Zurich.

The Order's steady world had turned upside down in just a few months. First, the indictment of Gertrud von Lintorff for embezzlement and tax fraud committed through the Lintorff Foundation had been a shock for most people, especially after her cousin Konrad had refused to intervene on her behalf and even sponsored the actions of the new law firm that had taken into their hands the task of writing the new legal framework for the institution. Second, against all expectations, Konrad von Lintorff had refused to return to his old position and had forced Goran Pavicevic's nomination as Hochmeister while he reserved for himself the seat of a mere councillor.

The Duke had burned down all his ships (and hopes for his return) after he had decided to publicly marry his long time lover in Sweden, turning his back to the Church he had served for years.

The Komturen were shocked to say the least, but heartedly applauded the Summus Marescalus' nomination as the next Hochmeister as long as Konrad von Lintorff was accepting to return to the Council and provide them with his financial expertise. The remaining associates had had no other option than to hope for the best and accept the new order of things.

“I think Goran is too lonely,” Ratko pondered quietly that grey afternoon, slowly rowing with a spoon inside his cup of coffee. “If he finally becomes Hochmeister, we should marry him.”