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It had been two weeks. Two weeks of sifting through files, of sitting on the floor reading page upon page of statements. Two weeks of spending every single day stuck in Mario’s office. Two weeks of spending almost every single day with Raphael. That was the only reprieve from the mundane task she had almost regretfully taken up. Most nights they were both too tired to do anything afterwards except collapse onto one of the dining room chairs and eat whatever scraps were leftover from dinner service. Some nights, after they had had enough of looking at paperwork, were spent at the cafe. Others, Raphael would go home and Kate would simply make her way upstairs and slump onto her bed, too tired to even think of eating. The two of them having spent so much time looking at black ink printed