Catherine listened to music and worked. She sketched the protruding wall from different angles and now knew exactly what difficulties she would have to face in the future. At first, she replayed today's incident in her head, but her favorite thing gradually forgot the bitterness of the conversation with the secretary and the anger at Mikael completely passed.

“Tonight,” Katrin moved her hand with the drawing away and, narrowing one eye, critically looked at her art, “I will transfer it to the program and work on it.”

She wanted to start processing right away, but she didn't bring her laptop with her. She glanced at the closed door. It was...