“okay.”


    He leaned against the door, watching her busy figure. A smile formed on his lips.


    In no time, she brought a bowl of delicious-smelling noodles to the dinner table.


    “Go ahead and eat. My turn for a shower.”


    Wesley took a look at the noodle dish. Topped with tomato slices, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, and


    chopped green onions, the Look and smell made his mouth water. He grabbed her hand as she turned


    away.


    “You don’t want any?”


    ir Lowered her head to look at her hand in his. She smiled and said,


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    “No. I don’t usually eat thiste at night.”


    He let go of her and nodded, “Okay.”


    Wesley then sat at the table and ate the noodles himself. He was hungry after his adventure, and those


    noodles really hit the spot.


    When she came out of her bedroom dressed in pajamas, Wesley was nowhere to be found. The


    washing machine was off, and his clothes were all hung up, drying.


    The kitchen was clean; the dishes washed and stacked in the right cabs. Wesley had taken care of


    all the chores.


    She stood outside his bedroom, thinking, ‘Forget it. He needs to get up early. He’s probably already


    asleep.’


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    Then she headed for the study. Turning on theputer, she kept busy trying to finish up what she


    didn’t have time to earlier. She’d be doomed if she didn’t do it quickly or well. Her supervisor, Filberta


    had it out for her. She’d make ir’s life hell if given half a chance.


    At midnight, someone knocked on the door. ir jumped, her heart racing from the sudden, sharp


    sound. She was hyper-focused on what she was doing, working in her own little world. She took a deep


    breath and realized it was probably Wesley. She wasn’t used to him being around.


    “Come in, please.”


    With her permission, Wesley opened the door and walked into the study.


    She was Looking at her Laptop.


    “Still up?”


    “Yeah. I ran into a snag. The paper is in German, and I can’t quite get a handle on the trantion. I’m


    doing some research on it. I’ll go to bed soon,” she replied with her chin propped on one of her hands.


    She ran it through Google Trante on mobile, SDL technology, Reverso


    Context, Multitran, and various other trantion websites and software, but none of them tranted it


    well. There were still some


    German words that remained untranted.


    These weremercial documents written in German. Jargon simply didn’t trante well, and that was


    part of the problem. A mistake could cause losses to thepany. But ir wasn’t as proficient in


    German as in


    English.


    Seeing her frowning, Wesley silently walked to the desk and grabbed the piece of paper from her hand.