Fallen Dragon, Peter F. Hamilton

So there she was at a quarter past midnight, tired and utterly miserable, standing in the kitchen in her toweling robe, ironing her blouse for tomorrow while the shrill whoops of other people's orgasms echoed along the hall.

If there was such a thing as karma, somebody somewhere in this universe was going to get hurt bad to level this out.

p. 33

And you thought your day was bad. LOL