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your lover. I knew that Mr. Robaire was going too far and warned him of the fact. I swear on the life of my children, I was unaware that Mr. Robaire was going to carry out the bribe.”
The Prince looks at Mr. Beatrix and then casts his eyes across the table. “And who else among you heard about this proposed bribe and failed to notify my Palace of this treachery?”
Two hands raise. Then another. Then two more. Four men and one woman confess to a conspiracy by Mr. and Mrs. Beatrix as well as the ringmaster himself, Mr. Robaire.
“That makes seven of you who had withheld such information from me. I am greatly disappointed,” the Prince says. The scared confessors keep their hands up in the air with tears in their eyes and the specter of expulsion on their minds. “You can put your hands down now,” the Prince says to the guilty five.
Prince Julian walks over to Mr. Robaire whose initial poise is beginning to break down as the Royal ruler locks eyes with him. Mr. Robaire suddenly stands up, causing the Palace guards to reach for their weapons. Mr. Robaire drops to his knees and grabs Prince Julian’s right hand. He kisses his ring. “My Prince. I beg forgiveness. This evening I have gazed upon the most beautiful woman in the world. Miss Rousseau is certainly worthy to be in your presence. Please allow me to buy your lovely woman a gift of your choosing.”
“Mr. Robaire. There is nothing you can buy that will satisfy me. Sit back down,” the Prince demands.
The guilty Mr. Robaire takes his seat, his hands shaking, his lower lip quivering. The Prince motions to Justice Minister. “Hand me each expulsion paper on this table with the exception of Mr. Robaire’s paper,” the Prince orders. A wave of relief washes across the table. “For those who knew nothing about the bribe, you must understand the extreme measures I had to take in order to uncover the treachery. In my mind and in my heart, your innocence and allegiance to me is unquestioned. For the seven of you who knew about the bribe - and failed to inform your Prince - I will spare you expulsion from my Kingdom. In exchange, you will make a donation of twenty-five million Euros, each, to the one of ten approved charities on a list which I shall provide to you. As for Mr. Robaire, I will now write you a check,” the Prince says as he orders his Treasury Minister to his side.
“How much does Mr. Robaire have on deposit in the Bank of Mondorra?” the Prince asks the Treasury Minister.
The Treasury Minister checks his iPad. Several silent seconds pass before the Prince is provided with an answer. “Three hundred and forty-eight million Euros, Your Highness.”
“And what is the fair market value of Mr. Robaire’s residence in Mondorra?”
The Treasury Minister checks the Principalities property records on his iPad before coming up with the answer. “Forty-four million Euros, Your Highness.”
“Draw Mr. Robaire a cashier’s check in the amount of Four hundred and four million Euros,” the Prince demands.
“The personal items in your residence will be shipped to your new address,” the Prince says to Mr. Robaire.
The royal leader calls out for his personal guards. “After Mr. Robaire has received his check, escort him to the border and see that he leaves my soil,” the Prince orders.
Mr. Robaire looks at his Prince knowing full well that much of his net worth will be taxed at 80% to 90% in whatever European country that will grant him residence. The wealthy soon-to-be-expelled Mondorra subject looks up at Prince Julian with tears in his eyes, “Your Highness, I can donate one hundred million dollars to charity. I will personally finance the grandest statue in Europe, built in your honor!”
The Prince ignores the pleas from Mr. Robaire. The ruler takes the check from the Treasury Minister and tucks it into Mr. Robaire suit pocket. “I am granting you mercy by allowing you to
The Prince looks at Mr. Beatrix and then casts his eyes across the table. “And who else among you heard about this proposed bribe and failed to notify my Palace of this treachery?”
Two hands raise. Then another. Then two more. Four men and one woman confess to a conspiracy by Mr. and Mrs. Beatrix as well as the ringmaster himself, Mr. Robaire.
“That makes seven of you who had withheld such information from me. I am greatly disappointed,” the Prince says. The scared confessors keep their hands up in the air with tears in their eyes and the specter of expulsion on their minds. “You can put your hands down now,” the Prince says to the guilty five.
Prince Julian walks over to Mr. Robaire whose initial poise is beginning to break down as the Royal ruler locks eyes with him. Mr. Robaire suddenly stands up, causing the Palace guards to reach for their weapons. Mr. Robaire drops to his knees and grabs Prince Julian’s right hand. He kisses his ring. “My Prince. I beg forgiveness. This evening I have gazed upon the most beautiful woman in the world. Miss Rousseau is certainly worthy to be in your presence. Please allow me to buy your lovely woman a gift of your choosing.”
“Mr. Robaire. There is nothing you can buy that will satisfy me. Sit back down,” the Prince demands.
The guilty Mr. Robaire takes his seat, his hands shaking, his lower lip quivering. The Prince motions to Justice Minister. “Hand me each expulsion paper on this table with the exception of Mr. Robaire’s paper,” the Prince orders. A wave of relief washes across the table. “For those who knew nothing about the bribe, you must understand the extreme measures I had to take in order to uncover the treachery. In my mind and in my heart, your innocence and allegiance to me is unquestioned. For the seven of you who knew about the bribe - and failed to inform your Prince - I will spare you expulsion from my Kingdom. In exchange, you will make a donation of twenty-five million Euros, each, to the one of ten approved charities on a list which I shall provide to you. As for Mr. Robaire, I will now write you a check,” the Prince says as he orders his Treasury Minister to his side.
“How much does Mr. Robaire have on deposit in the Bank of Mondorra?” the Prince asks the Treasury Minister.
The Treasury Minister checks his iPad. Several silent seconds pass before the Prince is provided with an answer. “Three hundred and forty-eight million Euros, Your Highness.”
“And what is the fair market value of Mr. Robaire’s residence in Mondorra?”
The Treasury Minister checks the Principalities property records on his iPad before coming up with the answer. “Forty-four million Euros, Your Highness.”
“Draw Mr. Robaire a cashier’s check in the amount of Four hundred and four million Euros,” the Prince demands.
“The personal items in your residence will be shipped to your new address,” the Prince says to Mr. Robaire.
The royal leader calls out for his personal guards. “After Mr. Robaire has received his check, escort him to the border and see that he leaves my soil,” the Prince orders.
Mr. Robaire looks at his Prince knowing full well that much of his net worth will be taxed at 80% to 90% in whatever European country that will grant him residence. The wealthy soon-to-be-expelled Mondorra subject looks up at Prince Julian with tears in his eyes, “Your Highness, I can donate one hundred million dollars to charity. I will personally finance the grandest statue in Europe, built in your honor!”
The Prince ignores the pleas from Mr. Robaire. The ruler takes the check from the Treasury Minister and tucks it into Mr. Robaire suit pocket. “I am granting you mercy by allowing you to
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