There was just too much to do. The event to organise, the release to be written, the placatory phone call to the star she'd rebuffed personally but still needed as a client, the massage therapist to cancel the appointment, yes, again. And so much more. Giving up, she locked herself in the bathroom and painted her nails. When someone knocked, she ignored them. The light shining off her talons calmed her down. And finally, she got up and went out, ready to rend.