Daniel breathes a sigh of relief: the working day is slowly coming to an end. If someone looked closely at her now, they would notice very light bags under her eyes. Still, Weiss looks proud: at least, a few hours of dealing with papers eventually helped to distract the nerves during the disgusting coup d'état.

The jacket was draped over the slim shoulders over the dress: Danielle almost always prepared things in advance, even if leaving work meant six or seven hours later.

"Thank God," Daniel breathes out, gazing over the room in order to check everything once again, to make sure nothing is surely forgotten.

Nobody's here.