TS 3 Chapter 2

Chapter 2

June 12^th, 2015

Geneva

“You and the child must stay with us. I insist.” Charles de Mornay fidgeted with his dish. The old banker was truly concerned about his nephew.  

“I'm afraid this could only cause you more problems, Charles.” Guntram answered meekly, unable to find a delicate way to refuse his “adoptive” uncle’s help; he was well aware that if the old couple had agreed to see him, it was because of his mother’s memory and nothing else. 

“Nonsense,” Clara protested. “I want to spend more time with this gentleman and we are family. I loved your mother as if she were my daughter and Jerôme brought you several times to my home before you left for Buenos Aires. You were such a cute baby!”

“Papa was a baby?” Kurt frowned at the thought. “Really?” 

TS3 Book IX The Hochmeister

Book IX

Chapter 1

Guntram de Lisle's diary 

June 11^th, 2015

Geneva

I never thought he would do something like this. I know he's a compulsive liar and most of the time he lies out of  habit. 

But never to this extent. 

I'm staying with Kurt at a hotel, glad that he's in bed, sleeping like a log, after dragging him to the train and then, looking for a place to stay. At least I had enough cold blood as to gather all our papers before leaving. 

I'll probably need new papers to avoid the Order but if anything happens with the police, I’ll still keep the original ones. 

The morning started quite normally. I was feeling much better and decided to finally drive to my flat in Zurich and start working again. The boys went to school and Marko drove me to the city. Just as I had imagined, everything was pristine and set in order with the exception of my atelier where the people who brought part of my things to the house, had made a little mess. I began to make a list of the things I needed to replace. 

The bell rang and there was Julius, exuberant as always. He just stormed  my place saying that he was so happy to see me alive and began to tell about all what I've missed the past eleven months. I was a bit overwhelmed by his prattle but did my best to follow him. He knew a lot of stories and was trying to talk me into returning to the public spot and that I was a fool to reject “Big Brother”. 

“No, that was the best thing I did in my life.” I said and he frowned. “The lawyers had to work hard to get me out of the hook of that contract with those awful watches. I'm sorry for Marina but I'm not ready to face all that jazz again.” 

“I'm so sorry about that lawyer. It shows how fragile everything is,” he sighed.