It was past midnight, yet the light in the study was still on.
Tossing and turning in bed, Neil couldn't sleep. When he finally gave up and exited his room, he spotted the beacon of light coming from the study door.
He approached and knocked before pushing the door open.
There, sprawled on the couch amidst a sea of papers, was Preston, chuckling over a document in his hand.
"Look who's burning the midnight oil," Neil remarked as he entered, balancing two glasses of whiskey in his hands—one for Preston and the other for himself.
Preston barely sipped his drink before revealing, "Gave my room away."
"To whom? Hans?" Neil probed, getting no response. He ventured a guess, "Freya?"
Preston nodded. "Yes."
Neil was visibly stunned. "Freya? But aren't you the guy with a no-entry policy for your room? I've never even stepped foot in there."
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