Chapter XVI
The financier had me taken in his helicopter to his villa on the hills of the Genoese hinterland.
I had agreed to meet him out of curiosity and, at the same time, out of a desire for revenge.
During the phone call to me the previous evening, which he had concluded with that invitation, the man had seemed worried: "They wanted to play a joke on both you and me, apparently," and had invited me with the excuse of wanting to know me in person. "You are a valuable collaborator of my newspaper and, unfortunately, I have not yet been able to meet you."
I had felt his embarrassment when I pointed out to him that his newspaper had rejected my articles for some time and I was working for another newspaper.
After a moment of silence, he had tried to put it right: "Unfortunately, I ca
