Everyone entering the bright office seemed to be having a good morning, exuding more cheer than most mondays. The air was warm and still and dry, unusually for this desert peninsula home to just under a million people.
In the early afternoon, the mood turned somber. Rows of computer screens reflected blue lit drawn faces as the loft windows continued to dim. At five, quitting time, it was already civil twilight. While leaving the industrial-warehouse-turned-hip-office, a worker commented that he was tired. They all were. ★★☆☆☆