Felix didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know that his friend had his hands in Ole Larsen's accident. Because if that was the case...
"Stop," he instructed sternly. "Don't say anything."
"Felix..."
"Not a word. Please."
Not here. Not now. Felix was too surprised, too shaken to think soberly, but he knew that certain things are not discussed in such places. If by chance Rashid heard them, his conspiracy theory would have fodder and the whole situation could easily turn into a nightmare....
Why did everything suddenly become so convoluted?
"I really need that drink."
It was only in Christian's car, when they were already on the road, that Krauze was able to open his mouth again.
"How long have you been doing the dirty work for the boss?" he asked, struggling to control his anger. He didn't bring his buddy into this company to be the CEO's dog. It was enough that he was doing the dog work here.
