She turned away from the skyline, her rich, chestnut waves cascading over her shoulders. The whisper soft fabric of her figure-hugging attire moved with her, every wrinkle as if it had a purpose, as she made her way back inside. The corridor was quiet at this hour, most of her colleagues having left for break. Her heels clicked softly against the polished slabs, echoing in the silence.

“Echoing the breath of the earth’s crust, veins cutting deep,” she ascribed. “Umm, yeah that’s kind of corny she thought,” chuckling under her breath, always trying to be poetic.

Waiting for the elevator, she clutched a folder of legal documents tightly against her chest as she had always done. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the lobby. Just as the doors began to close, a voice called out.

“Hold the elevator!”