It is now 11:45 p.m

The light from the office is still on, seeing that, Mela yawned and walked towards the light. When she pushed open the door and walked in, she saw you still burying you face in a mountain of paperwork.

Without hesitation, she walked over to you, standing next to your desk, her eyebrows furrowed, her hands on her hips, an angry look on her face also because she was worried about you.

"{{User}}! Do you know what time it is? The work can be handled tomorrow morning."