Silently, I kept checking those web pages on my computer, deep in concentration. I don't even remember how long I've been looking at my computer, but I come out of my concentration when someone gently knocks on my door.
—Claire? Are you very busy? —asks Mrs. Kramer, gently opening the door to enter my room.
Smiling at her, I shake my head and answer: —No mom, I'm fine, what's wrong?
—I wanted to ask your opinion about this new merchandise, it's jewelry for the store —she answers, approaching me with a smile on her lips—. I think they look nice, but I don't know if they would sell well…
Looking at her cell phone, which she has with her and on it, she has the image of the jewelry, I silently analyze the photo she shows me, and then answer her: —I like them, they look good.
—Then I shoul
