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Chapter 6
I needed a plan. I needed help & I needed it now. A bounty on my head.... It just couldn't be possible. James was by now totally pissed of at what was happening. Whilst I knew I could depend on him, I knew he was just as equally frustrated. Chris his second in command was put in charge, as James went to do some work. Chris was a stern bugger. Built like a brick wall and rarely a smile crossed his lips. James trusted him, so naturally I had trust in him. Whilst the girls were watching Netflix in another room, I asked Chris to sit with Jackson and I. Reluctantly he did. I offered him coffee, and without waiting, I poured him a cup. We were chatting idly when I just burst out. "WTF is going on Chris? I know you know, and I feel James is hiding it from me. I want answers." Chris just sat stony faced. A great poker player I assumed, as nothing escaped him. "I am not at Liberty to discuss. I am here to protect you and your family. That is my role." He let out in a chippered German/English accent.
"Chris, I know there is a bounty on my head. I know todays hitman was German & I know my relatives hate me. So it's a fair guess that one or all of them are the ones targeting me." It was all I had to go on, but based on James cell call moments before he left, I knew there was something else. There had to be, and I knew Chris knew what it was. Sitting in silence was our new thing. We sat for about 10 mins before Chris' phone chirped with a text message. He looked at it, and read it a few times before announcing we were leaving in 10 mins. Whilst we were not told where we were going, it was made clear that it was a rush and planned exit. No time to pack, our staff would take care of everything.
We went down stairs and exited the hotel through the kitchen and hopped into 3 Range Rovers that were waiting for us. As I hopped in I noticed James sitting up front. "Sorry boss, I can't explain what is going on yet, but we are heading away." My trust was in this one man. Chris was riding with the girls, which comforted me knowing he was good at his job. We were driven to Gatwick Airport which was strange considering we had arrived at Heathrow. And then proceeded to General Aviation and boarded on to a different Jet, not our own G800 which we seemed to fly on. Once settled, I asked for details.
James filled us in. They had found no fewer than 20 listening devices at our house and were confident that they had them all. They also found out who was behind the attempts on my life. Sure enough it was one of my second cousins. And evil arsehole that had led an interesting life, and had mixed constantly with the underworld in Germany. Drugs, Arms Dealing, Prostitution, Money laundering. A real classy bastard, who was looking at losing a sizeable allowance now that I was the sole Heir to the Van Garbner fortune.
Our plan was to head to an island in Greece, small enough to keep us safe, large enough to allow us some space & private enough that no one knew we were there. Hence the different plane. Our 3 hour flight was very slow and stressful. James kept assuring us that he had everything under control and that he would feed us information as soon as he had more, but plans were in place to deal with the `situation' as he called it.
Greece, what a beautiful country and the island and accommodation was just perfect. The beauty kept unravelling with every step we took. Over the next few days we swam, we ate, we walked, we tanned. It was an ideal family break time that we all cherished after what had been a hectic few weeks. We had been there a week when James asked me to go for a walk, just him and I. I knew this meant trouble, but what option did I have. As we walked the island lanes, he told me they had a plan to stop the hits on me, but, it would cost me $1,000,000 and someone would be killed. It was a decision only I could make. Whilst I knew I had the financial means to make it happen, it was moral considerations that weighed heavily on me. Could I pay to have someone killed? Could I possibly be held responsible for the death of a fellow human. James snapped me out of my thinking. "If you don't say yes, the potential is they will kill you first." That was all I needed. I rang Sam and asked him to organise the transfer to James' home office. That was all I had to do. Except wait.
Sitting down for Breakfast a few days later, someone had switched the TV news on. Whilst I understood zero Greek, I heard the name Von Garbner said and I swung around to see what appeared to be a car bomb had killed my second cousin in Munich. The media and police speculation was on a gang war due to his links to the German underground. I looked at James who just responded with a discrete nod and slight smirk. I knew what had happened, and why it happened. I now felt a sense of freedom.
Chapter 7
Arriving home to the banks of Lake Ammersee, I knew that there was so much ahead of me to start. I was Chairman & Managing Director of the largest Private Financial Institution in Europe, I was on boards, I had a charities & foundations in my families name, and I had a legacy that needed to be upheld. All things I was serious in maintaining and perhaps adding my own personal touch to. I had sent word that I wanted to meet all divisional heads of all businesses over the coming days, and at least get basic understanding of what they did or who they represented. The deep dive would start from there.
My first meeting took place with a head of a charity which represented homeless youth in Munich, and something that I could & would fully support. I had this wealth that made me very fortunate, and my plan was to better enrich lives of those less fortunate, rather than keep lining my pockets. I asked if there was the possibility if my girls could work along side them so they could have purpose in being in Germany. I was assured that this was perfect and they'd welcome them onboard. Whilst they were now technically heirs to fortune, they still had to work and contribute to society.
The Trustee's of the Bank were my next meeting. Stale, Pale, Male as I like to call them. Nothing exciting about this bunch. Nothing remotely human about their approach and nothing but scepticism directed at me. This will be fun I thought. My plan to shake up this mob of the establishment would be one of my greatest challenges.
The day progressed as such, meeting after meeting after meeting, with Klaus sitting in on all advising and directing me, where I came up short. I was grateful for his acknowledgement at the conclusion as to how well I handled myself. But I knew I still had a long way to go. Sam I knew was exhausted, so I excused him and told him to take a day off. It was deserved.
As our lives became settled, and routine more predictable, the security became less obvious. Whilst I knew they existed, I only ever really saw James, or Chris, who was now Jacksons main point, and the two shadows to our girls. It was strange to live this life, but, I was safe, and felt safe.
It was after a few weeks that Jackson and I had planned a secret getaway for the two of us. We had always wanted to go to Norway and the like and discover new adventures. This was the ideal opportunity. We had arranged 4 days, and only James and Chris were accompanying us, which was the minimum I could get to agree on. We left for the airport early, and boarded the G800 which was destined for Oslo. A quick hop in the scheme of things but exciting all the same. Arriving, we walked the city and admired the history that was displayed everywhere, we shopped & ate & drank our way through so many taverns and bistro's only to roll back to hotels, and spend our nights lovemaking and pleasuring ourselves til we fell asleep. This is what life is about. On our last night, Jackson suggested that we perhaps have a couple of guys join us for some fun, as we both enjoyed group sex, and when we were away together, we often did this as a bit of excitement.
He pulled out his phone and opened his grindr app to see what locals were around to play. He started chatting to a few and before we knew it, we had three guys coming to play. James and Chris were well asleep by now, and we knew we'd be safe from scrutiny, so Jackson went down to the lobby, met them and bought them up to our suite.
All three are what I would describe as Nordic gods. Tall, broad, blond, furry, meaty cocks and talented lovers. Jackson was in his element as he directed the play and had them all fuck me whilst he was fucking them. At one stage as I was getting ploughed, I was eating the most perfect arse I think I had ever encountered and I was loving every minute as Jackson was encouraging me more as his libido was pushed in to over drive. Our session last a few hours. I was totally spent, but could not wipe the smile off my face. My body was covered in cum, my hole had been smashed several times, but I still wanted more. Jackson who was still hard, told me to sit on his rock hard cock, and milk his load out of him. I was quick to move, impaling myself on his thick 9" was the perfect ending to the perfect weekend away. I could feel him starting to buck as I knew he was nearing the end. His moaning becoming louder as each thrust ploughed deeper in to my hole. As I pulled on his nips, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was loaded and bred by the one true love of my life. 25 years, and our passion had never abated. He screamed, he moaned, he bucked & collapsed. Spent. Exhausted. Happy. We both were. I laid on him until we drifted off to sleep. A great wat to end our little vacation.
Chapter 8
Arriving home in Munich, we knew our workloads would be hectic. I had Sam waiting with piles of folders, and Jackson now had his own team for the work he was doing with our foundations and charities. Sitting with Sam going over various documents and emails, signing what needed to be signed, authorising documents that needed to be authorised, and catching up on everything, we were in our own little world, when all of a sudden James, Chris, Jackson, Klaus all came barging in to my office at break neck speed telling me to turn on the TV.
There it was, for the world to see, one of the worlds wealthiest men, getting butt fucked in a hotel room by three guys as his husband encouraged them. Our room had been tapped. Hidden cameras had been set. No matter the reason, this was now a major issue for ourselves, our businesses, our charities, and also, our family.
James anger was bordering on the extreme. Not only did we go against his advice, we had placed ourselves in a position of significant of embarrassment, humiliated our family, and also had bought ourselves into disrupt. My embarrassment was never ending. I couldn't look at these people. My shame was immense.
I asked everyone to leave, accept James and Jackson. My first move was to apologise. I had let down the one person who has had my back since I arrived. There was no escaping this fact. Having never really having to answer to others before, this was not an easy task. I think have begrudgingly James accepted our apology. Our immediate concern was how to deal with this with the media who were now firmly camped out at the steel gates that protected our privacy. A sense of irony washed over me, that my privacy was protected by gates, but a camera in my hotel room had bought us undone.
I requested Klaus to join us, and work with our lawyers and others on a strategy to soften the fallout. Phones were ringing constantly in the background, but the one that caught my eye, was a call from my adoptive mother in Australia. I decided to answer it. It was nearing midnight in Australia and I was aware that their usual pattern was to watch the late news every evening before bed. She knew.
"You are a disgrace. You have always been a disappointment; you've proven us correct again. We now have to live with your actions and embarrassment. We hope you are happy." These were the words that greeted me as I answered her call. My head was reeling.
"How dare you cast judgement over me, my life or any thing that I have done or do. You have contributed to making my upbringing miserable. You chose to profit out of my life and hid it from. How dare you. How dare you. I should be embarrassed by you."
I ended the call and burst into tears. Ever since we arrived nothing had gone right. Was it too late to run. Was it too late to return to our previous life. I wanted to disappear and just be Grant Morgan from Sydney Australia. I just wanted to be the guy that didn't really have a care in the world. Who's family was everything, and life was easy. I never signed up for this, yet here it was being presented to me and I need to deal with it.
About 90 mins had passed and Klaus approached with 3 lawyers, 2 PR folk and some others whom I did not really care much about. My head was spinning, my thoughts a blur. They talked through a strategy going forward, including me giving a televised interview about not just this, but the shooting, my upbringing, and spinning it in a way that played us as the victim. Not the perpetrator. They had already reached out to a local network, which had a reach across Europe, not just Germany, and undoubtedly would end up being broadcast in Australia. After all I was the local boy made good.
There were only two people in that room I trusted besides Jackson. Klaus & James. Both had different opinions in why we should and why we shouldn't. Paul worked in with coffee during this conversation, placed down the tray, and looked at me. I could see his disappointment in his eyes. Or what I thought was disappointment. I asked him if there was some thing he wanted to say.
"With all due respect Herr, since you arrived you have bought a breath of fresh air in to our lives. For years we were treated poorly, spoken down to & humiliated by your grandmother, and her family. The staff want to come to work. And not just because we are paid extremely well, but you and Jackson and the girls have bought life back in to this family. Fuck `em I say. Fuck them all, live your life and go on TV and tell them such, cause if you don't, we will."
I stood and hugged the man. It was a moment that I know made Paul feel slightly uncomfortable. But he was right. Why should I apologise for something that was not illegal, was consensual, and was natural. Well, natural maybe a stretch considering I was being gang banged, but yeah, I had nothing to hide.
Chapter 9
Three days later, with local and international media still camped out at the gates, a crew arrived to set up for the interview. Whilst they were choosing the right room, I made the decision to hold it in the gardens, as I didn't want the opulence of the Villa's interior to be the focal point of the interview. It was early summer and so, I suggested we hold it outdoors under a magnificent Birch tree that I come to admire. A few chairs, maybe a table with water glasses and maybe some lighting. Eventually they agreed. They had previously agreed that I would have final say of what was broadcast, and rather than accept payment, I would make a significant donation to a charity of the Networks choice, as long as it aligned with our values.
We had chosen the Actor & Broadcaster Johannes `Jo' Weil to host the interview. The majority of the questions had been pre-approved by our team, but we also allowed Jo a liberty to expand and ask others, which we could veto before broadcasting. An tall stunningly gorgeous man with eyes that you could look in to for hours. He put us at ease from the first hello, greeting us with a hug and warm embrace. He was both honoured and slightly intimidated to be asked to host the interview, and was looking forward to get to know us, not just now, but after it had long passed. He relaxed both Jackson and I, and whilst Jackson would be involved for part of the interview, the majority was just me.
He opened his questions with a pretty standard line. "How did a 51yo gay dad from Australia become one of the worlds richest men?" Wow, I mean OK, That was not an easy one, but as clearly has I could, I outlined who I was, my upbringing, and my family life. I made to the decision based on my mother's call only days before, to add that they had profited from my adoption, and I was now estranged from them. My anger on that subject had not subsided and only grown over the previous few days. Jo walked delicately through this process, and seeing how hard it was for me to talk about my birth mothers' letters, my grandmothers letters, my adoption and family embarrassment had Jo's eyes glassing over. I remained focused and stern, perhaps too stern for someone that was trying to play a victim of all this.
The conversation moved on to the shooting here at the Villa, my injuries, recovery, the incident in London, and the sudden death of my second cousin in Munich via a car bombing. I managed to play it well and answered my way through it, crying as I discussed the impact my shooting had on Jackson and the girls, and how safety became our number one priority.
At the point, as I knew we were about to head in to the scandal I asked Jackson to join me. He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. Wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. A touching moment, which I knew was not scripted, but I sign of his support and I guess his protection of me. Jo then welcomed and Jackson, and started to talk about was now known in the press as the "Oslo Orgy" we laughed at the name, but it broke the ice. Jo directly asked Jackson how he was feeling about it.
"To be honest I am a very sexually positive person. I enjoy sex. Grant enjoys sex, we enjoy sex. What was broadcast and shown public was a massive breech or our privacy, but I don't care. Imagine being a young LGBTQI+ person and seeing us being shamed for something that has been occurring for centuries. Imagine growing up thinking you were not loved, or allowed to love because you are different. Imagine wanting to kill your self instead of admitting you were gay, or trans or whatever, because you would become a family embarrassment. Fuck them I say, fuck them all, I will not apologise for what we did, I will not be shamed for what we did, but what I will do, is make sure that anyone that was involved in illegally placing camera's in our room, starting with the Hotel, will be hauled through the courts and held to account. They are the ones that should be embarrassed. They are the ones that are leading to stigma with the community, they are the ones the media should be hounding."
Wow. Jo and I just sat there. Staring at Jackson after what he just said. Eventually Jo stood, walked over to Jackson and embraced in a hug and just said "thank you my friend. Thank you. Thank you for speaking up for so many people who face isolation and struggles everyday. Thank you."
I really had nothing more to add after that. I just held Jacksons hand and gave him a squeeze. The interview had reached it's peak, and now it was all about what I was planning to do with my wealth moving forward. After a few hours it was over.
Walking back to the Villa, I asked Jo if he'd like to stay with us for dinner, but, no, he was busy, but gave us his number as he definitely wanted to stay in touch. I suggested he come and watch the airing of the interview tomorrow night. He eagerly agreed and would be over at 6pm the next evening for dinner, followed by the airing at 8:30pm. We knew it would be good.
As promised Jo arrived on time. Obvious media speculation was peaking as now there were approx. 120 media people at the gates. We were nervous. I knew it was being broadcast in Europe tonight, and would be broadcast in Australia tomorrow night. What I didn't know was how big an interest it would attract.
When it started the room fell silent. We watched intently with me mouthing the answers I had given. I was sitting in a chair, in a polo shirt and chinos, barefoot, chatting to a long lost friend. That was impression I was given. Then Jackson joined us. And then he spoke, his whole speech, unedited, profanity laden, guns and all. After he finished the camera panned to me and then Jo. We had a look of shock on our face, then Jo embracing Jackson I think was the sweetest moment of the whole interview.
After it was finished our phones were ringing hot. The switchboard at the Bank had lit up with calls of support. The network reached out saying it massively positive. The PR team were thrilled with the airing. It seemed very well received. Without warning I grabbed James and Chris, Jackson and Jo, and said, "Right, let's go face these vultures at the gate." We drove down to the gate, pulling up just short. I had the gates opened and the flashes from Camera's were insane. It was blinding. I raised my hand in a gesture to have them stop talking and yelling 101 questions.
"I would like to make a statement, after which time, I will not be taking any questions tonight, but rather I will hold a full press conference tomorrow afternoon."
"Tonight we answered all questions honestly and openly. Our intentions remain that we will be commencing legal action against the hotel in Oslo, and any person found to have been involved in the illegal taping of our room. It is not acceptable. We would also like to say, that as of tomorrow we will be focusing 90% of charitable efforts and funding towards promoting and advancing LGBTQIA+ issues across the EU, which equates to about $150,000,000 annually and will including counselling services, housing, educating and inclusiveness. This will be led by my husband, Jackson, with Jo Weil to be the ambassador of the charity, should he so wish to do so. I will have more to say in this tomorrow, but now, go home, and I will see you tomorrow afternoon at 3pm. Thank you."
With that we turned away as reporters continued to yell questions out to us. We hopped back in to the car and headed in to the Villa. James was the one to break the silence that had overcome us. "Well said Boss. Lets get some sleep." It summed up the moment perfectly.
The next day, I worked tirelessly and quickly with the PR team who were overwhelmed with interview offers, congratulations and all round positive feedback to the interview the night before. Whilst I was feeling positive, I was struggling how we were going to pull it off. I asked Klaus to prepare a list of all real estate holdings we owned that were vacant or nearing end of lease. If I was going to do this, I had to have a plan and evidence that we could carry it off, and by we, I meant Jackson and a team he would have to organise to make it happen. Whilst he was an accomplished landscape designer, he a good heart, and was passionate about the issues we were addressing. Jackson was a child of institutional abuse at the hands of the catholic church, and knew first hand the difficulties faced by those less fortunate or marginalised in our community. Whilst not wanting to wage a war, I wanted to put it at the forefront of the European Community and make sure they knew what we stood for.
3pm rolled around way to quick, and I could hear a lot of voices out on the west terrace where we were to hold the press gathering. The Villa had been very privately held since it was built and no media event had ever been held here before. It was the beginning of a new chapter. After reading a prepared speech outlining our plans, addressing some issues we had ready from the previous night, I opened it up to questions from the media. Hundreds of people started yelling and shouting and I just couldn't hear a single word. I raised my hands in a motion to get them to stop. I then said in a manner of Authority, "right, this is how we will do this. I will not leave until every question has been answered, but starting from this young lady here on my left, we will work around until everyone has a question, and then if there is any further, I will answer them." This appeared to settle the pack, and the young lady, all of 22, blushed and asked her question. This process went on for 2 hours. At this point, I looked at all the reporters and said, "Well, if that's it, I am due for a large drink. I thank you all for your attendance today and I hope that we can remain on a good footing going forward." A slight ruffle of laughter was heard, and I walked inside where Paul met me with a good sized vodka, I kicked off my shoes and proceeded to collapse on an easy chair in the main salon. I was beat!
Later that evening I received a call from one of my great Aunts. Isabelle. To be honest, she was not in a good mood, and I was about to cop it. Sounding like my Adoptive mother, she went on and on. I just muted the call and let her go on. Once she had finished, I picked up the phone, and all I sad was, "If youre finished, so am I. Good night." And hung up the phone. Pretty simple really. I was beyond the bullshit. I was beyond the pale. I was tired, and I just had no energy left to fight off the negativity. No doubt I would be hearing more from them in the coming days. For now, it was good night.