**Liquid Balance: A Riveting Tale of Wealth, Speed, and Unseen Perils**
Embark on an adrenaline-fueled journey into the opulent and treacherous world of "Liquid Balance," the gripping novel by Viktor A. King. In this spellbinding narrative, follow t...
"Thunderbolt, Arkan, setz dich. Hans, haben Ihre Gäste Angst vor den Hundefesten?"
Hans replied. I didn't understand.
"Kein Vater, sie sind an Hunde gewöhnt. Arkaner Donnerschlag, komm und begrüße mich!"
The dogs rose on command and ran to Hans.
The girls hid behind me.
The patriarch laughed.
"Mit Hunden scheinen sie nicht vertraut zu sein!"
"Good morning." By now we were close, under the gazebo.
"Guten Morgen"
Herzog Hammerschild, the real Herzog Hammerschild looked me straight in the eye. The Chanel suit, Armani shoes, and Louis Vuitton shoulder strap dangling mockingly from my arm could not wash away years of proletariat.
And here I am true before a powerful man, powerfully convinced of his dynastic and genetic superiority.
Impossible to hide. Might as well limit the damage.
The dogs luckily avoided me, Hans kept them away, instead they went to sniff the little ones, who now melted and returned the festivities, enthusiastic.
Hans turned to them, "Their names are Thunderbolt and Arkan are a boy and a girl.
We noticed that the female had very everted udders, dangling from her floppy belly. She was thin and slightly pained looking.
"Er machte Welpen," Hans hastened to translate. "He made puppies!"
"Really? Can we see them?" It was Benedetta, a dog and cat lover with a desire to own a puppy, which I forcefully repressed whenever it was expressed.
"Ich bin im Stall, noch warm. Mutter musste eine Weile frei sein."
"He says they're in the stables. Mother was tired."
"Können Sie die Mädchen zu ihnen bringen?" spoke Hans addressing his father.
He looked at me gently, "I asked if the girls could see them and play with them."
I smiled at him, he was really lit up at times.
The father rang a small intercom from the table, we saw one of the servants rush in.
"Bringen Sie die Kleinen zu den Welpen und lassen Sie Kleiner uns einen heißen Tee bringen.... " was the patriarch to the servant.
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"Follow Mark, he will take you to the puppies and take care of you."
"Sit down Elizabeth, they will be bringing us a nice tea shortly."
The girls followed the servant, who was dressed in a black suit and a small black tie. I had a temporal doubt about the century in which that surreal encounter was taking place.
