Nigella was in the office, late at night, glasses on and her desk light flashing over the uncountable papers. Those glasses were disgusting and Nigella didn't like wearing them when she knew anyone could see them. So she only put them on when she was sure there was no one around.
Pushing it up her nose Nigella scribbled something on the paper. Her focus was wavering and her neck had gone stiff. She should have taken Matteo's offer to take her home.
Her brother had come to help her today and had left with the rest of the employees on time. She should have gone home and done all of this but being the thoughtless person that Nigella was, she didn't think that sitting up all night would lead her to death eventually.
But it wasn't like she had a choice. Stella had asked Nigella to stay in
