Donna's Folder on Josh's Desk

Donna barrels into Josh's lamp-lit office haze, folder clamped in her grip as exhaustion pins him to his chair; she slams it onto the desk's scarred surface, fingers plunging inside to yank a document free, its paper edges rasping against tabs while presidential meeting whispers mask the Sagittarius code detonating Mrs. Landingham's death across his shattered composure.