Chapter 19
January 20th, 2016
Zurich
Konrad put his mobile back in his jacket and huffed. Typical of Ferdinand; deserting at the first sign of trouble. It was just lunch.
'Why do women think that things go better if we are in front of a food plate?' Konrad asked himself as he followed the Königshalle maître to a private room instead of his usual table. 'Monika thinks there might be trouble.'
'Five minutes late. Typical of Guntram.' Konrad sat and took the menu from the man's hand and saw the waiter stiffly standing in a corner, waiting for his order. “I'll order when my h... guest arrives.” Konrad said and set the menu aside.
'What could he want? I know it's the divorce but if he threatens me once more, he's going to know a side of me he has never seen before.'
'He must be quite out of himself after the London experience. I could do a lot in an hour and a half.' Konrad wanted to huff but he kept his face straight. 'One big romp with the Arab and he becomes the most idiotic person in the world. Like a horny teenager.'
'I'm sure he wants to argue with me because he can't have his toy in Zurich. Well, he should take a plane on weekends and leave me alone.'
'Just like his uncle.'
'No, not like him. Roger was never telling me what he was doing and when he did, it was to hurt me. He really loved to do that.'
'And it was my fault for allowing it. I should have sent him to hell after the first time I caught him cheating with that tramp.'
'No, Guntram makes it in grand style; he announces it beforehand.'
