13 May 2002. Karlsruhe
When Aniela Heinz woke from sleep, she did not leave her bed. She laid
back, stretching out, arms and legs, feeling the crackling of her joints
with bemusement. Nothing in her expression showed the frustration she
felt, but she resented herself for the way her marriage was turning out
to be. Thomas had woken earlier, and she knew he would be in the kitchen
drinking, and it made her furious. She got out of bed some fifteen
minutes later and headed for the bathroom. An hour and twenty minutes
later she was walking down to Passage Allee 5 where her escort service
Once she got to her destination, she found her way to the kitchen and
made herself a cup of green tea. She liked tea. It made her feel healthy
and she could tell by her physical vigor that it was good for her
health. Thirty minutes later, she was downstairs, sitting behind a
computer desk. This was the work she had to do for three weeks until
Adriana her assistant returned from holiday. She did not trust anyone
else to do it.
Her escort service was named Aniela’s World. It was a three-floor
relaxation home in the heart of Karlsruhe city, but its serene
atmosphere made it an irresistible place for the men who came from every
country across Europe. It created for them a world where they could talk
to their hostesses about their problems uninterrupted, and the young
women, always eager to offer listening ears responded all the time with
mumbles of sweet nonsense later followed by intense and exhaustive sex
that left the men looking forward to their next visit.
Aniela Heinz had hosted too many men than she could count. Now she was
tired, and was sure the time for retirement had come, but that did not
mean a life without work. She could not imagine such a life. It meant
taking a lifelong break from hosting her male clients and refocusing on
her husband. She would limit herself to running the official aspect of
her business leaving the sexual demands of the clients to the girls who
worked for her. Perhaps, Thomas could be happy again, and maybe it could
save her marriage.
Taking her eyes for the first time since she set herself on her desk off
the monitor in front of her, she took the cup of tea beside her, and
lifted it to her mouth. Just then, the doorbell rang. She looked over at
the clock on the wall and remembered she had given Jenny an appointment
for noon. Five minutes later, she was ushering, a young beautiful
brunette with green eyes into her office with kisses on both sides of
the cheeks. She was, maybe, in her mid-twenties and carried her slim
figure in a way that made other women jealous of her.
‘You’re welcome, Jenny,’ she said and offered her a seat. ‘You
look really terrible,’ she observed.
‘She’s trying to have me killed,’ Jenny blurted out.
‘That’s ridiculous,’ Aniela Heinz said, making a face. ‘She
might be anything, but a killer is what she’s not.’
Jenny sighed, her shoulders crumpling. She had come here convinced
Aniela would believe or maybe listen to her. She did not prepare herself
for her dismissive response.
‘Aniela,’ she said, her frustration showing from the emotion in her
voice, ‘nobody wants to hear what I have to say. But people around me
are turning up dead.’
‘You sound paranoid, Jenny,’ Aniela Heinz replied. ‘What you need
is rest. Maybe a little holiday.’
‘That’s alright,’ Jenny muttered, tears swelling up in her eyes.
‘It’s obvious you’re not going to hear me out, but when I turn up
dead, it’s going to be partly because you all refused to listen to
‘You’re not going to turn up dead, Jenny,’ Aniela Heinz said.
‘You’re going to be just alright, maybe, after a little rest.’
‘Thanks, Aniela,’ Jenny said, a thin smile on her face. ‘I’ve
got to leave now.’
Aniela, reaching out her hands, clasped her on both shoulders.
‘I’ll have a word with her,’ she said staring into her eyes. ‘I
promise, I will.’
‘Thanks, Aniela,’ she replied and left.
Five minutes after she had gone, Aniela Heinz was still staring at the
door wondering what had come over her.
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