Chapter 11 Victor versus Fanfin
The day of the m******e I was away.
I had accumulated at least eight weeks of vacation in the past three years and the previous day Dr. Sakamura, my boss, was waiting for me at my office door.
“Dr. Matthesh,” he said in his heavily accented English “good day! Don't try and slither away like one of your snake-fishes. Let's have a coffee, shall we?”
My zigzagging through the corridors had failed. He had seen me, I was trapped. “Eels, doctor.....they are eels and ...yes, coffee would be fine, thank you.”
Dr. Sakamura was one of those bastards that could smile and offer you a gift with one hand while stabbing you with the other. He was also the worst kind of opportunist, always looking for opportunities of appreciation and visibility. Luckily, for some tim
