Although Constantine drove seemingly yet to saliva, but in reality he crawled.
To make a good face on the games presented there, now for weeks that made him tame.
He saw and heard the whole book rod Tight blow from Reuters and other agencies dizziness came in, as in a Billigstwurstfabrik only gröbst processed the customers with great fanfare in the Schlünder was stuffed.
He was ashamed to be another cog in this Lugsgetriebe that it not occurred a right, clever antics, let alone succeeded.
He felt erhamburgert on the übelstdenkbare way. The chatter of Tippsen and even worse, the editor, who in any case were called so, not even to surpass in perceived self-importance and arrogance of baboons, took his last nerve.
Even worse, the editors. All of them are either gay or hinterschleimerte, fraudulent coordinators and nasty loafer. Dante would, he thought to himself, here about hells can still learn something.
Honesty and decency were two completely unknown foreign words here. A single corrupt propaganda machine. A Poporogandamaschine.
Given the piercing glances Maikes. He felt sick as a dog.
That with the channeling he schmank off. There had to be some reasonable escalation, at least one edge thrown out.
So he decided abruptly to go to the editor to leave there unfugshalber simply on his good old instincts, no matter how then the output.
Finally he was admitted. Dr. Worpswede seemed quite calm, a slight cynical smile played around his lips.
"Well, Mr. Eulenspiegel, what do I owe the honor?" Asked the pelmet.
"You should make me a department head," replied Constantine without hesitation.
Worpswede only looked a little surprised, then began to cackle alswie suddenly an old, mangy guinea fowl.
"What, häha, what should I do? Are not you out of your mind? "
"Well, I say it sometimes quite directly. Just so you do not have a chance to save your ass, sir, boss, "Konstantin sat unmoved by.
"You have probably from not only one wheel, Eulenspiegel, immediately leave my office, get your papers," countered the other left apparently, "and do it fast, or I call security."
"Well," said Konstantin really left, "everyone has opportunities in life, some of them missed. I wish you a nice day, sir. Good wishes you will still need. Demeanor at ease. "And wall to the door.
Justament by Constantine's hand was close to the jack, it rang out from behind: "Stop! Stay a moment! "
Constantine turned around as though very astonished and said, frowning: "What I should give you yet, I think I'm fired? Why should I not tell you? "
Worpswede cooked. But he pulled himself together. "Sit down. Sit down. "
Konstantin hesitated a moment, then sat up but, struck the right leg over the left, otherwise very relaxed.
Konstantin smiled. "What for? I'm fired. "
"SPEECHES you !!!," thundered the doctor.
"All right. Then severance. Paper ago, signature, or I go, "said Konstantin so cool as quietly.
"And that, too, is clear: I will not name names."
"Who is behind it?" Külchte Worpswede.
"I told you that I will help you only informative but not name names. It remains. Where is the settlement agreement? "
Now Profi the doctor was again. It was serious.
"How much do you want?"
Constantine would have liked executed properly arrived, but thought better of it.
"Twenty thousand. Although this is a steal, but I want to get out of this pouf. Without taking further damage. I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If the wiper is on the table, I unpack. Otherwise, I wish you much happiness. "
Got up and left Worpswede office.
Fifteen minutes later, the wiper was on the table, the doctor had his tie loosened slightly and obviously eingegeust a good double brandy.
"So, now, plain text!" He barked, by Konstantin pocketed the settlement agreement.
"It runs a conspiracy against you," he said dryly.
"It is rumored, be crazy, yes possessed."
"People tell themselves, and many believe that, you were channeling both Hefttitel- and topic selection. They believed in a discarnate entity named Karb from which you could dictate unconditionally. Therefore, the decline in sales, with subscriptions as at the kiosk. The boss was not quite hiesig, no journalistic reason got more to his ear. "
"How many are there?"
"I do not know, it does not speak so openly. I have no idea where the rumor stirred. But it comes around, that's for sure. "
Worpswede mused a while.
"And if you stay, help me against the mob, how about that, Mr. Eulenspiegel?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Konstantin said after a short pause, unmoved, "since you must already own through. Who breeds themselves astray, who then stop at some point which. "
Shaking his head, he got up, went to the door before the other knew nor to put something over on his seat, grabbed his pack fast at the door, out into the fresh air.
He got on a snack Jeverchen, sat down on the bench at the Alster lake, since it all started, took a deep train, turned a whistled a tune first.