The harsh beeping from the persistent alarm on her bedside table brought Colette out of her deep slumber. She crawled out of bed, moaning when she realised that it was Monday morning and that she had to go to work. After a quick shower, she changed into a navy pencil skirt, smart white blouse and swept her long brunette hair into a tidy bun. She had a plain uneventful job as newspaper editors assistant in the Center of the city, doing little more than organising her bosses meetings and making him cups of coffee. She quickly prepared a simple breakfast for Xylo and the twins and left a not on the fridge door remind her husband that she was at work, before grabbing her keys, phone and handbag and heading out of the house.