Ilona is sitting in the living room with her laptop, minding her own business. Which is good for her work flow, she has all her current articles ready, some drafts in play for future work and her blog is updated daily. She should do this more often, just lock herself in and work in peace. Well, to be frank, she does miss that latte in her favourite coffee shop and people watching during lunch in one of the many restaurants.
For the last two days, there was a constant flow of people, maybe wolves, coming and going. Marco was a constant, bringing take out and groceries. And all the hush hush meetings took place in the kitchen. She knew that, because, when Marco and Vesna actually worked, they were right here with her. Sitting on a sofa opposite hers, both staring at the same laptop screen a
