Chapter 9
Love everyone, believe a few and hurt no one.
(William Shakespeare)
It was now almost twelve o’clock and Lucia felt her eyes were tired and swollen from having been in front of the computer monitor for a long time. She relaxed and stretched out against the back of the armchair. That morning the work had been fruitful, and she was really satisfied; looking around and making sure no one was looking at her, she quickly pulled out her electronic cigarette and immediately pushed it back into her purse. She calmly pulled out her mirror, rimmel and lipstick and gave her makeup a makeover before putting the computer on standby and heading for the exit with a cigarette out of her mouth. When she was in the hallway she took a look at that old wooden door, closed with a latch, which led
