She got to the office at five AM.
The building was quiet at that hour—the specific quiet of a place that belonged entirely to her before the rest of the world arrived to complicate it. Security nodded her through. The elevator opened onto a dark floor. She turned on only her office lights, made her own coffee, and sat down at her desk.
Outside, the city was still assembling itself. Somewhere below, she knew, the journalists were also assembling—the ones who had been camped outside since the segment aired, the ones with questions she had no intention of answering. Coming in at five meant she'd beaten them. Small victory. She would take it.
She opened her laptop and worked.
