Chapter One Thousand Six Hundred Sixty-Five
5th December 1964
Tempelhof, Berlin
It played out exactly as Kat feared that it would.
When Louis Ferdinand had elevated her to be Fürstin he had basically made Berlin into one large, rich Principality with extremely varied interests. It seemed like all of those varied interests wanted something from her, frequently in contradictory ways. When she had been a teenager, Kat had joked about who she was going to be angering today. That wasn’t a joke anymore. While she hadn’t chased anyone off at gunpoint yet, she had needed to change the phone numbers for the lines going into her house and the Social Secretary that she had needed to hire was letting people know that meeting with her was by appointment only. The little detail that she had never actually made herself available for said appointments didn’t seem deter anybody.
That was also a reminder that she had needed to expand her household significantly. In addition to the cooks and housekeepers that she had already had, there was the previously mentioned Social Secretary, a mousy girl who looked like she had finished University last week. The fact that she obviously found Kat intimidating didn’t help matters. There was also a Driver and a personal security detail to contend with. All of which required that she buy a new car when she would have preferred to have kept using her old Volkswagen Föhn.
The Mercedes-Benz W189 that she now used felt more like a Panzer than a useful vehicle from the passenger seats and the Driver cleaned it out every day, so she felt like she couldn’t exactly call it her own. The saving grace was that the car had seized from the estate of Franz von Papen when it had been liquidated to pay back some of what he had stolen from the Hohenzollern Trust. Still, as the forensic accountants were figuring out, he must have been siphoning money out of the accounts for years before he was caught. That was the only way that the Board could have depleted the accounts to the extent that they had. Also, the efforts that they had engaged in once they were trying to cover their tracks had not been cheap.
Apparently, Kat now also had a great deal of property in Rhineland, Baden and Württemberg, which the Emperor had signed over to her to partially settle the loans that she had made to the House of Hohenzollern. Again, it was property that had belonged to former members of the Board of Trusties. Louis had said that he wanted to be seen as rewarding loyalty. The truth however was that the property was something of a white elephant because the heirs of those whose sticky fingers got them disposed and stripped of their titles had still been able to tie things up in litigation.
Now Kat was facing something that she was completely unprepared for, the Christmas Season and attendant Social Season.
The Postal Service had sent several bins of invitations for Fürstin von Mischner zu Berlin to her house and Kat had yet to look at any of it. The Social Secretary, Kat really did need to learn her name, said that she was sorting through it and would tell her which ones she could and couldn’t ignore. Kat already knew of a few events that she couldn’t blow off. Suse Rosa, her god daughter and Josefine Falk, Kat’s ward, were to be introduced to Berlin Society and the Imperial Court. Gerta was all abuzz about it while Suse seemed to be on the edge of flying into a rage at any given second because her of mother. The fact that Gerta had pressured Helene into getting Kat’s nephew Manfred to escort her seemed to have Suse particularly on edge. It was obvious to everyone that Gerta had high hopes that Manfred and Suse would be a good match and Suse was having none of it. That wasn’t helped by the stark contrast between Suse and Manfred, she was physically small while he towered over her.
According to Suse, all that had happened was that she had agreed to help Manfred with mathematics, a subject he struggled with. Gerta had read more into that then she should have. It wasn’t the first time that Gerta would have allowed a flight of fancy to get the better of her. Still, Gerta was good at reading people, so there might be more to it than Suse or Manfred were willing to admit to yet. Time would tell.
Then there was Jo. Kat hadn’t been able to tell her the whole truth about her mother, just that the investigation that she had conducted had concluded that Jo’s mother hadn’t committed suicide. What Kat hadn’t said was that she had made sure that those responsible had been dealt with. It was something that Jo was probably better off not knowing about. Kat had taken care of the guards from the prison while she had let Jarl handle his lieutenants. There were a lot of bodies that had piled up because of that matter and it was something that Jo shouldn’t have to live with.
All three of Kat’s own children would be home. It was the one part of the Holiday Season that she was looking forward to. While Tatiana and Malcolm were somewhat pulling away as was the nature of teenagers, the infectious enthusiasm for the holiday that Marie Alexandra had was something that not even Tatiana could resist.