*hasn't actually accomplished much in the way of work since returning to her office—instead, has spent most of the time crying, trying to repair herself, and breaking down all over again* *has lost a good job, a good boss (the best, wasn't he?), and what feels like a good chunk of her heart all in the same fell swoop*
*hears the soft knock at her door and is tempted to snap at whoever's on the other side, because she really can't take any more today (and God help Ecthelion if that's him)* *but dammit, she said she'd finish the day and that's exactly what she's going to do*
*bites her tongue and dabs under her eyes with a well-used tissue, clearing her throat* Come—come in.