Monday had finally arrived, Chelsea had spent the whole weekend looking forward to the start of the working week although, after Saturday, the reasons were different, she was eager to confront Steve, to tell him everything she had inside.

What she didn't know, nor did she imagine, was that he, too, had many things to complain about; since that same Saturday night he hadn't been able to get the image of Chelsea getting out of the car of none other than Fred. He, too, was ready to confront her.