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Stupid Ass Elevator

My day has been going amazing so far. I slept through my alarm, burnt my neck while curling my hair, got stuck in traffic on the drive to work, was late, had my boss yell at me, and now I’m stuck on this stupid ass elevator taking a report to some guy on the top floor.

As I said, I’m having an amazing day.

Not to mention there are 7 other people in here, standing in awkward silence. The elevator slows to a stop 5 floors before the top. I suppress a groan. The doors open, revealing a man in a suit. He looks like every other man in this building. He gets on, the doors close, and the elevator starts moving again. We’re three floors from the top when the elevator stops again.

Holy cow this is taking forever. This time when the doors open, it shows an attractive man. His suit is impeccable, not a speck of dust on it. His golden hair falls into perfect waves while his hazel eyes seem to glow in the light. Everyone in the elevator straightens. We all know who this man is.

Elliot Barnes. Heir to Barnes & Co. His dad is the owner of Barnes & Co. His dad is our boss. Elliot has a bit of a reputation here at the company. It is said he slept with his father’s secretary and his father killed her because of it. He’s known as a player, dangerously attractive but with a heart of stone. All the women want to be with him and all the men want to be him.

He steps onto the elevator and the atmosphere shifts. The dull feeling is exchanged with one similar to electricity. I feel my body fill with dread. One bad word about me to his father and I’ll be gone by the end of the day.

There’s something nagging at me, but I brush it off as just forgetting something at home. The elevator doors close and we move upwards.

Two floors from the top.

One floor from the top.

BAM.

The elevator stops suddenly, throwing us all off balance. Once everyone regains their balance, we look around to try and see what caused the commotion. In front of the elevator door stands Elliot, calmly smiling, hand still outstretched towards the emergency stop button. The same nagging feeling returns, this time with a cold rush of fear. A voice screams inside my head to GET OUT! The other 8 people in the elevator are making confused noises but it all fades to the background as Elliot makes eye contact with me and pulls a gun from out of his suit jacket. Still looking at me, he points it at the man next to him and pulls the trigger.

I hear screaming but my attention is on the man, a hole blown through his head, blood gushing out of it. I can smell the sickly sweetness from where I’m standing, on the opposite side of the elevator. I’m still staring at the man when another gunshot rings out. The lady next to me falls, hands going to her stomach, trying to keep the blood from spilling out. My gaze never shifts from the fallen man, even as the gun continues to go off.

1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8. 8 shots. 8 bullets. 8 bodies sprawled on the floor of this stupid ass elevator. Maybe if I hadn’t slept through my alarm this wouldn’t have happened.

I finally tear my eyes away from the floor, only to see that Elliot is gone and the gun is in my hand. I look down at it, not registering the movement of the elevator. I slowly bring the gun up to my head, finger on the trigger. The elevator stops moving, somehow reaching the bottom floor. Distantly I remember Elliot getting off on the sixth floor, smiling at me before walking down the hall towards his father’s conference room. The doors slide open, revealing a group of men, including Elliot, his dad, and his closest associates. I don’t know how they got down here so quickly, or if Elliot was even on the elevator in the first place. They stare in shock at the sight before them.

I make eye contact with Elliot. There is a sinister grin on his face, unseen by the men around him. The gleam in his eyes tells me he doesn’t think I will actually pull the trigger. I feel myself smile sadly. Closing my eyes, I pull the trigger.

Bang.

I feel myself fall

I sit up quickly, panting. What kind of nightmare was that? I swallow shakily. I look over at my bedside clock. Crap, I slept through my alarm. I jump out of bed and start getting ready for the day. Hopefully the traffic isn’t too bad. This is turning out to be just an amazing day.