- Jun 30, 2019
Blooded Noses in the Boardroom
Floating on the ripples in the docks, seagulls busily pruned their immaculate feathers, and the naked glare of the morning sun glinted off the water, penetrating the boardroom windows. Anna sat straight in one of the chairs round the large rectangular meeting table, gripping her pen, watching the latest drama play out. She wasn’t ready for confrontational theatre, feeling disconnected and suspended between time zones. Images of her adventure in New York were dominating her