Stuck in the Elevator Again | ONC 2022

Loop 1.1

Last edited: 25/4/2022
[Roselyn]

"Wake up, bitch! You will be late for your interview! I'm not interested in listening to your mourns later on!"

Shit.

I snap my eyes open as the blasting voice of my bestie continues to blare from my phone.

"Thanks, mum. And bye! I'll call you later!"

I ignore Jacqueline's shouts and cut the call, throwing my phone into my purse afterward. I rush towards the bathroom to prepare, throwing on the white blouse and the pair of black straight-leg pants that I have taken out yesterday.

This is undoubtedly why I prepare everything I need for the next day before I sleep.

I put on my makeup and curl the ends of my hair in haste. Bolting out, I put on my suit jacket and swing my cross-body purse over my shoulder as I stuff my feet into my pumps. I leave my apartment, take out the kind-of-mushy croissant from my purse and devour it while clicking my heels impatiently for the elevator to arrive.

The journey to the UBurg Enterprise passes by like a blur. I am so focused on the fact that I will be late for my interview, I almost forgot to get off the bus.

Yikes. Thoughts are indeed toxic.

Dumping the empty plastic bag which previously held my croissant into a bin, I hurry into the grand building. I feel like someone punched my jaw and caused it to hang wide open as I take in the beautiful and modern interior design. Everything is perfect, minus the hustle and bustle. This is literally my dream workplace!

I make a beeline towards the front desk and ask for my floor, receiving the answer "72nd floor" in between the receptionist's jumbled words. I eye the phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder with suspicion before shrugging and heading towards where everyone else is heading to: the elevators.

I head over, scanning the top of the elevators to find the ones suitable for me. I spot one at the very back reading "70th – 99th" so I push my way towards it, earning obscure glances and annoyed glares from the employees. I push down the anxious thoughts that start bubbling in my mind.

To give off a cool, powerful, and if possible, queen-bee vibe, I brush the imaginary dust off my shoulder with a smirk plastered on my lips as if that would cast aside the detestable looks I received. Considering the number of eye rolls I received, I achieved my goal.

The space in front of this elevator is relatively empty, despite the crowd I flipped off. I resist the urge to scratch my hair in frustration and press the up button in front of me.

"Ding." Finally. My nails are itching to hurt some whores in the face if it comes a second late.

I step inside the elevator, meeting the eyes of a stranger as I look up. The handsome man is lightly tanned, with muscles bulging under his snowy white shirt. He beholds a sharp jaw that is decorated with a light stubble; a slightly crooked nose which seemed to be broken in a fight but makes him extra sexy; bushy brows that quirk up at the end and even I, the most attractive girl on the planet, envy; and deliciously plump pink lips which is sculpted for the sole purpose of kissing.

Literally the god in everyone's fucked up dreams.

I can feel my blood rush towards my cheek as my brown eyes connect with his electric blue eyes. His eyelids are carved long and deep, thinning out at both ends like a sly fox and creating a devilish, but cold and calculating aura. Dense eyelashes are planted on either side of his lids, fanning his skin every time he blinks and captivating those who meet his gaze. His blue orbs dazzle under the soft, warm glow of the elevator, complemented by his expensive gray suit that was hanging on his elbow.