The Reich Chancellery in Berlin had never looked so imposing to Konrad Henlein.
He'd been here before twice, in fact but this visit felt different.
He waited under a high archway for nearly thirty minutes before the doors opened.
"Gauleiter Henlein," the SS adjutant said, voice clipped. "The Führer will see you now."
Henlein stood, adjusted his lapels, and walked.
He entered a long room with a single window, two chairs, and one desk.
Behind it sat Adolf Hitler, arms folded, eyes sharp.
"Henlein," Hitler said without standing. "Come in. Sit."
Henlein bowed and took the offered seat.
The door closed behind him with a heavy thud.
"Tell me," Hitler began.
"How bad is it in Eger?"
Henlein hesitated. "Bad enough. Our people are restless. The Czechs are tightening their grip more patrols, more arrests. They're scared."
Hitler nodded slowly. "Good."
Henlein blinked. "Good?"
