The whole week went suspiciously calm. Veronica even directly thought that this calmness was not good, and somewhere it would certainly explode.

But while rolling. On Friday morning, we signed a contract for a trial supply with a Chinese gentleman, sprinkled it lightly - Ice Father grinned again that there would be a larger contract, and there we would sprinkle more impressively. Veronika completely agreed with him - there was nothing to do, still work half a day, and then gather for a corporate party.

Before evening, she had just managed to clarify the details of several payments from clients that would be made on Monday-Tuesday, and several that the...