I've been in the warehouse for over three hours organising the files with Marta for the new projects. We also want to input all the information into the computers. Suddenly, my phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Bella, it's me, Mum."

"Mum?" I ask, unable to believe it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, aren't you happy to hear from me? Don't you even care about your mother?"

"Mum, I know you're doing well on your cruise. I ask Dad about you every day. So, tell me why you called, I'm busy."

"No, I just wanted to know how you were, my daughter, that's all."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Do you know anything about your...