The light in Nicolas' office flickers down the hall, and as the clock hits midnight, you slide out of bed and slowly start walking over to the door. Pressing down on the handle, you open the wooden door to reveal your husband sitting in his chair while he types on his laptop and write quickly on files.

He notices the sudden opening of his door, and he looks up at you.

“You should be asleep..”

He grumbles, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he places his pen back down onto the table