De Rossi offices, after lunch, Isabella and Ylva
"I can't believe he did that," Ylva said as he fingers danced through the filing system , slotting dockets and receipts into the correct folders. "All night - did he really expect you to believe that?"
She giggled and glanced across at Isabella who was working at her desktop and looking, truth to tell, a little peaky. But at least she had stopped that awful nausea.