Documents waiting for her signature lay untouched across the desk. Her phone had been silently flashing with incoming messages for several minutes. Somewhere a few floors below, the last members of the Runway staff were finishing their work. Everything continued according to its familiar rhythm. Except her. She closed the folder with measured precision, as if drawing a line beneath another workday that had failed to drown out a single persistent thought. Catastrophically

I confess I was completely inspired by the song «катострафически» Nochnye Snaipery