Oliver was in bed working on his laptop while Michela was asleep next to him. He had a few spreadsheets cluttered with financial statistics of several companies he was keeping tabs on when there was a knock on his door. He set his laptop aside and answered it.
"I hope I didn't wake her."
"You didn't," he replied coldly.
"Good. Um... so I have this problem with my computer that I thought maybe you could help me with."
"Can't Dad or Dave help you? I'm kinda in the middle of something."
"Dave's out on his date, and I think Dad's gone to bed, but never mind; I'll manage."
He sighed as his sister was making her way back to her room. "What's wrong with your computer?"
"Don't worry about it. Go back to whatever you were doing."
"You've already killed my flow. Now what's the problem?"
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