Tears blind me as the elevator hits the ground floor, and I take a moment to compose myself entirely. Using the backs of my hands to stem the tears and blot my face without smearing it more. Trying to use the reflection of the chrome doors to clean myself up, wipe my liner and mascara from under my eyes, and hide the mess on the black part of my dress. I have always been good at a quick recovery and manage to bring myself to be calm and presentable in mere minutes of deep breaths and gulps. ...