"Hey fop, I brought your evidence."
Surprised at the absence of his flirtatious replies, she stepped in and saw him sleeping, slumped against the soft cushion of his chair, a pile of case files in front of him.
Ema couldn't help but smile at the prosecutor. Gently placing the files she had brought on his desk, she took his suit from his hanger by the door and carefully placed it on the sleeping prosecutor.
"Don't tire yourself out now."
A smile slowly formed on the prosecutor's lips as he listened to her leaving his office.
"Thanks, fraulein."