My hands smoothed down the front of my bodycon dress nervously, cheeks puffing up with absolute impatience. The soft elevator music was beginning to grate on my last nerves, and I was tempted to get someone in IT to turn that God awful sound off. My foot tapped on the elevator floor in a foreign rhythm as my eyes glued to the floor number panel and watched it change. Two more floors...
I smiled at an employee when the deadly metal box finally opened its doors, stepping out as casually as possible without going under from the way my knees had turned into gelatin. People were obviously surprised to see me in the Greene Marks building, even though I still worked here. Since the birth of the triplets, my time had been mostly spent tending to the GreeneLife Project building next door, especially at this hour and on the first day of the work week, but for a monday, there wasn't much going on, so I snatched up the opportunity just in case it never arose again.
