We had a very bad day at work. The producer friend who I started the Mercer project with was coming over to see us at the edit room because her husband was there working on the budget with my assistant.
She came in and couldn't talk and then just started crying. She had received a text message as she was pulling into the parking lost that a friend of hers had been murdered. This was a long-time friend of hers, they'd been in a book club together for over 10 years. The victim was a nationally known cancer specialist and lived in a very secure penthouse in the best part of town. My friend was reading over my shoulder after I pulled up the news story and almost collapsed when they went into the cause of death details.
No one can understand how this could happen in a place with such high security; it makes you realize that nowhere is safe. This lady was selling her penthouse to move in with her fianceé (her husband died of cancer a few years ago) so this might have been someone posing as a buyer.
Anyway, it's been a horrible day and I'm sharing this story so you can send vibes to our friend---she really needs them.
