It was Friday; most people had already started to go home to their families when Mr. White asked her to come to his office. She knew that she was in trouble. She had been late for work two days this week and on top of that, she had kind of made a mess out of two orders, because she had confused Slovenia with Slovakia (but she had found out in time and had ironed everything out before shipping anything). “Please have a sea...

She had unlocked the door to the studio she shared with two other aspiring artists early. It was just a few minutes after 8 in the morning on a Monday in early August. There was so much work to do. Her big exhibition was just six short weeks away, and she has to finish at least ten canvasses. Fifteen would be better! And she made tea and put some Beethoven on the CD-player. She changed into her favourite painters coat, th...