No matter how early Clara arrives in the morning, the bee is already there. Sitting at her desk, with crossed legs and a whipping foot, she shows her perfect long tanned legs. The high heels are brand new and were probably obscenely expensive. Her red fingernails run over the keyboard, the long shining hair falls on her shoulder. When Clara enters she looks up and says with a sugar sweet smile: “Hi Clara, you are late. Your highly important meeting about the half million Euros project started already. They agreed yesterday to have it one hour earlier. Oops, didn’t I tell you! Stupid me.”
You can imagine how Clara feels now. Big stone in the stomach, heart beating at triple speed. With her face red like a tomato she enters the meeting room. Her boss looks angrily at her. She falls in her seat and tries to follow the meeting. But her thoughts are somewhere else. She is making plans how she can pay back this mean strike to the bee.
At lunch the two meet at the cafeteria. Clara stands behind the bee in the queue and tells her: “By the way, was it your boyfriend that I saw yesterday evening with a blond women in the cinema? She looked so much younger than him!” Yes, that did hit. Clara can clearly see that she hit the right spot. Now the score is back to 1 : 1. You can imagine how this goes on during the full day.
In the evening Clara is totally exhausted from the fighting. When she arrives home she just wants to take a shower and forget this terrible day. But tomorrow it won’t be better, will it? It has been like this ever since she can think and it will never stop. She goes to the kitchen and gets herself a good glass of red wine. Then she stares out of the window for hours thinking about her situation and trying to find a solution. If you were Clara, what would you do?
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