‘Aren’t you going to get off?’ She was startled by a man’s voice beside her. She realized that she had reached the twentieth floor, and she mumbled a quick apology and left. The building was huge and classic. She followed the instructions the receptionist told her and true to her words, there were a lot of people.
She pushed through the bodies, who all looked nervous, just as Jeraldine felt like she did. This was an opportunity of a lifetime, and the competition was immense.
Looking at the line of people, she figured it would take some time before her name would be called. Wanting to calm her nerves, she looked for a dispenser, and found one by the door at the far end of the corridor.
But before she could reach it, she found herself being pushed toward a Burgundy door and inside it. The door shut automatically. She started to panic when the door wouldn’t open. It was as if the door had never opened in the first place.
She turned around to see where she was, and she found herself in a long-dimmed hallway, and an elevator was at the end of it. She heaved a sigh of relief.
She had finally found a way out.

It slid open when she pushed the button, and she quickly hurried inside. She went to press the twenty-first button, but she only found one button with a Blackwood logo on it. Her face screwed up. Jeraldine decided that it would be best to go there rather than stay here with no way out; she pushed the button with the logo.
She felt scared, and alone. All she wanted was to get out here, and go back to the room with all those other people. She cursed herself for wanting to drink water at such a time. Stupid body she thought to herself.
The elevator stopped, and it slid open. Jeraldine got out as quickly as she got in. She was claustrophobic but it was something about this place that was making her heart race. She looked around, and it shocked her.
The office was gigantic and breathtaking. It was polished and fancy. Everything in their screamed class, and taste. The maroon leather seats were shining, but Jeraldine didn’t want to touch them.
Jeraldine gasped when her eyes caught a few paintings on the wall. The paintings were the most beautiful she had ever seen. The raw display depicted the sheer intensity of love and loss; and its aftermaths—the coldness of one’s heart when one can find no reason to move on. Jeraldine stood there mesmerized by the view before her.