Felicia was reaching her limit. She let out a huff, flaring her nostrils as the person on the telephone babbled on and on. “Listen,” she finally snapped, “if can’t follow a timeline, then I think you should find another line of work. Have the prep work ready for the new exhibition by tomorrow evening or start looking for a new job. Your excuses bore me.” She didn’t even wait for a response before hanging up and sliding the phone back into her bag. “Anyway... “ She turned back to the person who had addressed her. “What is it that you were saying?”















