The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten 2) - Page 25

“Andreas Corelli,” I mumbled.

His face lit up.

“What a great pleasure it is to meet you in person at last, my friend.”

He spoke with a light accent that I was unable to identify. My instinct told me to get up and leave as fast as possible, before the stranger could utter another word, but there was something in his voice, in his eyes, that transmitted calm and trust. I decided not to ask myself how he could have known he would find me there, when even I had not known where I was. He held out his hand and I shook it. His smile seemed to promise redemption.

“I suppose I should thank you for all the kindness you have shown me over the years, Señor Corelli. I’m afraid I’m indebted to you.”

“Not at all. I’m the one who is indebted to you, my friend, and I should excuse myself for approaching you in this way, at so inconvenient a place and time, but I confess that I’ve been wanting to speak to you for a while and have never found the opportunity.”

“Go ahead then. What can I do for you?” I asked.

“I want you to work for me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I want you to write for me.”

“Of course. I’d forgotten you’re a publisher.”

The stranger laughed. He had a sweet laugh, the laugh of a child who has never misbehaved.

“The best of them all. The publisher you have been waiting for all your life. The publisher who will make you immortal.”

The stranger offered me one of his business cards, which was identical to the one I still had, the one I was holding when I awoke from my dream of Chloé.

ANDREAS CORELLI

Éditeur

Éditions de la Lumière

Boulevard St.-Germain, 69. Paris

“I’m flattered, Señor Corelli, but I’m afraid it’s not possible for me to accept your invitation. I have a contract with—”

“Barrido & Escobillas. I know. Riffraff with whom, without wishing to offend you, you should have

no dealings whatsoever.”

“It’s an opinion shared by others.”

“Señorita Sagnier, perhaps?”

“You know her?”

“I’ve heard of her. She seems to be the sort of woman whose respect and admiration one would give anything to win, don’t you agree? Doesn’t she encourage you to abandon those parasites and be true to yourself?”

“It’s not that simple. I have an exclusive contract that ties me to them for six more years.”

“I know, but that needn’t worry you. My lawyers are studying the matter and I can assure you there are a number of ways in which legal ties can be rendered null and void, should you wish to accept my proposal.”

“And your proposal is?”

Corelli gave me a mischievous smile, like a schoolboy sharing a secret.

“That you devote a year exclusively to working on a book I would commission, a book whose subject matter you and I would discuss when we signed the contract and for which I would pay you, in advance, the sum of one hundred thousand francs.”

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