Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 71

It seemed as if forty years of friendship was falling apart and coming to an end. Fabrizio is dead and a Romanian stranger is pregnant with his child. Angelo, who had distanced himself from the group, got divorced from Renata and cannot see his son Daniele. Sebastian had gotten offended and completely broke off contact with us (for which I wasn't sorry). Claudio had gone mad imagining strange things. Gert was no longer interested in adventure, while Elia was still hopelessly in love with Silvia.

Where was all this leading? What about me? After all, I had also been swept away into a whirlwind of situations that I was unable to resist. I was living a double life that was dangerous to both my marriage and family's integrity. All these scenes passed in front of me like a movie. The problem was that I fell asleep before I got to see how it all ended.

I arrived at Dorina's office at exactly ten o'clock. She had arrived a moment before. She was dressed in a gray business suit, high-heeled shoes and was carrying what seemed to be an expensive handbag. Her hair was pulled back with an elegant hairpin and her eyes were heavily made up.

"The vendors should be arriving any minute," she said.

Indeed, a minute or two later, a car with tinted windows pulled up. Only after the doors opened was I able to see two men sitting inside. I let Dorina enter first and then I got in.

"Let me introduce you to Giorgio, my partner from Italy," she said to the two gentlemen.

She then turned to me and said, "Giorgio, please meet Vasili and Ivan, who represent the vendors."

We drove for about forty-five minutes. I had no idea where we were going. On the way we passed gypsy communities and various less-desirable and less-beautiful areas of Bucharest.

When we finally left the city, I could tell that we were travelling in the direction of the city of Constanta. We drove for about another twenty kilometers, when I noticed a sign that read Mihailesti, a village in Giurgiu County. We parked the car next to a small church, when Vasili said, "Here is where we get out." We all got out of the car.

There in front of us, I saw a huge lake.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is an artificial lake originally commissioned by Nicolae Ceaușescu. It was originally planned as an agricultural area, but those plans have changed, and it's to become an exclusive area with luxury villas to be built around the lake," Dorina explained.

"What is the price per acre?" I asked.

"Today you can still purchase an acre for five thousand euros," Vasili answered.

"What is the minimum number of acres needed to build a villa?" I asked him.

"On four acres, you can build a villa of maximum four hundred square meters with two levels and a basement, which is not included in the measurement," he replied.

"If I buy more than one lot, is the price negotiable?" I asked.

"Easy for you to say," I told her. "The entire risk is mine. You are not investing anything."

"I am willing to invest along with you. I am prepared to sell my apartment and invest the proceeds with you," she said.

I was shocked when she said that.

"I heard from a lawyer friend of mine that because I am a foreigner, I cannot buy a lot, only an apartment," I said.

"That's true. What you have to do is to open a company in Romania and purchase it under the company name," she said.

"You seem to have a solution for every problem," I replied.

Dorina smiled. "Why don't you consult with Oana, maybe she understands about real estate," she said in a vindictive tone.

"I turned to you because you have a business mind, otherwise I wouldn't be seeing you," I responded in the same vindictive tone.