Chapter 19
Guntram de Lisle's diary
September 2nd, 2014
A sort of colder than the Arctic peace has been established between Konrad and I. I moved downstairs and sleep there but we still do “things together” like taking the boys to their new school, speaking with the new teachers, going once to the zoo (but that was a fiasco as people I never saw in my life suddenly felt the urge of asking for autographs, selfies, kisses or whatever they came up with. I had to leave my family behind so they wouldn't be disturbed by “fans”)
Needless to say, Konrad was very upset with me (not with them, “brainwashed media cretins” as he called them) Then, he was angry when he saw two or three media pieces about me. “This is worse than with Stefania,” he told me and I had to bit my lips to prevent myself from saying; “I was gathering support for you, asshole!” My ruse certainly played off because he got nothing but a small article in the Financial Times telling about his release and fine. No journalists banging on his door because they're busy banging on mine.
We had a row over Altair's offer to buy the building and even if I showed him the papers rejecting it, he was pissed off with my father for even taking it into consideration (?) I showed him the many other offers we got and rejected and said the truth; we were cashless and I had no idea if the HFT thing was going to work at all. The row had no clear winner but we both were certainly upset with each other for a few days.
Someone showed him that stupid photo of me and Altair in that stupid party and he went ballistic with me again and I didn't know if the cause was his natural jealousy or if he was angry that “a Muslim” was breathing next to me. Who knows. He made a scene of epic proportions for somebody who isn't any longer “sexually attracted” to me.
I'm starting to see how the whole thing is going to be; he wants to be friends without sex but if any man or woman breaths next to me, he will explode in one of his jealousy fits. Konrad is like the dog in the manger.
