Paparazzi Rising
Part 6. Kassar's Story
Kassar Krinagar was deep in thought. He was wondering what he was doing here.
“…this meeting of the Paparazzi Glantri. Bene, for our first order of business…”
It was his brother (half-brother, to be exact) Urmahid, Prince of Bramyra, who had convinced to take part in this… venture.
“… the others? I ‘ave never met this, este, Olga von…”
“Tee-hee-hee. I don’t think she ever leavers her house in…”
Urmahid, who had been a spy in his earlier days, knew the importance of a network of contacts and informants.
“… interview each Prince of Glantri to respond to the many rumors and misconceptions about their domain, their noble house, or even their person. No stone should be…”
What Kassar could not understand was how this assortment of fops and socialites and gossips would even hope to uncover any substantial information. Of course, he himself knew a few secret things about the Virayanas. And he was also privy to some of the goings-on in the cultural scene of Glantri City.
“Y tu, Kassar, ¿que te parece?”
Kassar was shaken out of his musing by the all to inquisitive glare of the Belcadizan señorita.
“What do you think, Monsieur Kassar?”
“Ah… I think… I’ll take the interviews for House Krinagar and House Singhabad…”
“No, no! You haven’t been listening. For the same reason that Signor Noussoir should not interview Principessa Dolores nor his brother Principe Malachie. We must be impartial! Unbiased!”
Kassar knew what that meant. There would be no stone unturned, no skeletons left in the closet, no mystery of secret undivulged!
“Tee-hee-hee! Why don’t we assign Kassar to Prince Malachie…”
“And Belcadiz as well! Felicidad will be assigned elsewhere…”
“… about Gaston?”
Kassar merely shook his head in hopelessness. He did not know what he was getting himself into.
