Mrs. Cloud walked down the hallway, pulling out her phone to keep herself occupied as she walked towards the elevator. She had more than 5 minutes to spare after visiting her son. She considered wasting it all, going absolutely nothing and taking forever before reaching her secretary on the last floor.
The idea didn't sound so bad. Her will to execute it, did.
She wasn't in the mood for any pestering secretaries after she got down late and honestly just wanted to get to her meeting as quickly as possible. She hated the walls of the place she co-owned herself.
They gave her an eerie feeling, like their existence was just threatening enough to get on her nerves. She couldn't put her finger on why they set off goose-pimples on her skin. They never dared to near her, never dared to close in on her but yet gave her a stifled feeling. Like she was being constricted to one little place where she wouldn't be able to escape from.
