Wrong elevator
The city was cold that night. Rain tapped against the giant glass windows of the towering building as Dolly stepped out of another failed interview, clutching her notebook tightly against her chest. Her shoulders shook slightly while she kept her head down, trying not to cry where people could see her. Again. Another “We’ll call you.” Another fake smile. Another rejection. Dolly walked through the crowded lobby quietly, almost invisible among the expensive suits and loud conversations. She didn’t even notice the gold-plated elevator opening beside her as she quickly stepped inside. Her fingers trembled while typing into her phone. Reasons I wasn’t good enough this time. She swallowed hard and wrote in her notebook with shaky handwriting. Talk louder. Smile more. Stop being awkward. Don’t cry. The elevator doors slowly closed. And then the room went silent. Dolly looked up slightly. Three men stood behind her. Tall. Dangerous. Watching her. One leaned against the wall with tattoos cover
About Wrong elevator
The city was cold that night. Rain tapped against the giant glass windows of the towering building as Dolly stepped out of another failed interview, clutching her notebook tightly against her chest. Her shoulders shook slightly while she kept her head down, trying not to cry where people could see her. Again. Another “We’ll call you.” Another fa...Read more