It was nighttime. Inside the Editorial department office of SBO, there was silence, nearly almost void of any living being. There was a light bulb on, making the darkness more or less noticeable. The smashing of fingers into a keyboard was the only sound that could be heard, signifying the presence of someone.
At the heads section sat Ryan, his gaze focused on the screen of the monitor. The light flashing on his face showed the expression of a worried man struggling to get his head straight. Indeed, that was what he was going through.
Twenty-five minutes had gone past eight but he still decided to wait up in the office, intending to complete today's job which he could just take home to finish up as usual. But today, he was in no mood to. The day hadn't particularly started well and he wasn't ready to head home to drown in his seeming misery.