Francesca rubbed her eyes and yawned, refusing to look away from the computer she had been working at all day.
Jonas knew better than to disturb her when she was so engrossed in something.
He had never asked her how she made her own money, but he had guessed it was something to do with stocks because her father had made money the same way.
She had sworn loudly enough times that he assumed she was having a bad day, but he thought it would make things worse if he interrupted her.
When she finally switched off the computer, she sat down next to him and said nothing about how her day had been.
"You had a rough day?"
She waved her hand dismissively.
"It happens. But no, I had a productive day."
"You don't need to do that stuff anymore. I think you have more than enough money given
