Pepper
She was still running PR clean-up, finding new ways for Tony to dodge subpoenas and still play mom and supporting wife. Day. Night. Time of day became meaningless. She'd always worked odd hours, but this was to Tony levels now. She would be adamant about taking time off Christmas and Christmas Eve, but they were days away still.
The small desk lamp and the light of her computer monitor were the only illumination. The soft tick of her nails on the glass keyboard the only sound. Pepper promised herself that she'd go home after this report.