Chapter 6

Ever felt that panic that washes you over when the familiarity of your own bed is gone? Well, I  do and quite frequently too. I hate sleeping anywhere but my bed and it takes some time for me to get used to the change. After spending a night with someone one would expect to find that someone in bed, especially if it his. Not in my case. 

The asshole was away. I really don’t know when he left and I’m not a very heavy sleeper. It was quite clear for me that he isn’t the romantic type and I could kiss goodbye our “honeymoon” if the first thing he does in the morning is disappearing. 

I went back to my bedroom and got ready for the day. Then I needed to fetch my breakfast or at least track down a bar where I could get it. So far I was getting food if he was around and I didn’t know if the rule still applied if the lord of the manor was away. 

As it happens, it did. A maid told me to sit in the dinning room and I got breakfast from her. It was good to speak Spanish again though I was still in my own land. The English and Swedish I had been hearing for the whole weekend was getting to my nerves. Her name was Glenda and she was from Peru. She was telling me something about where to go clubbing in Cáceres (figures!) when Nils Holgersen and his goose burst in. She ran away at the sight of them. 

“Don’t speak with the servants.” Nils scolded me as he sat next to me. “You distract them from their chores. Mr. Berggren has a strict policy on that.” 

What the hell? Get a Roomba if you want somebody a hundred percent focused on his job. “Does it apply to you too?” I asked but he didn’t bother to answer me. 

“This is Sven Larsen but you can call him Mr. Larsen.” Nils introduced the goose because that man had the air of a goose. “He will be with you today.”