In an elevator

*DING* A soft chime rings through the small elevator as you snap back to reality. You have only a moment to consider the dark wood and brushed metal of the elevator you're in before the doors open with a deep whoosh sound. Startled, you step forward and almost fall flat on the floor. These aren't your normal shoes! You try and lift up your foot but feeling resistance, you look down and see a short but tight business dress restricting your movement. Stretching your foot out you see that yes, in fact, you are wearing heels - and high ones at that.

You carefully and slowly step out of an elevator and into a large glass and wood waiting room. Modern but with the trappings of old money styling. Looking out one of the floor to ceiling windows you see a panoramic view of the city from high above and the sun just starting to peak over the horizon. Taking a moment to consider yourself you realize you are holding something heavy in your arm. Lifting it up you see it is a designer women's handbag. A quick peek inside reveals a tablet and some odds and ends, but you don't spend much time looking at it.

Moving over to one of the glass windows you look at your reflection carefully. Your heart starts to pound , then jackhammer, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. Looking back at you in the glass is a soft feminine face with hair pulled into a bun. Letting your eyes wander down from your face you see a large chest covered by a dress suit that strains to contain it. Looking further down you see large well defined hips again hugged by your dress and long, smooth legs that seem to go on forever, uncovered between your dress and your shoes.

Turning around so you don't have to see the strange face staring back, you look up and study the office. Behind the waiting area you see a glass door with a keycard lock. Walking over to it you hold your card up and it beeps as it opens for you. Moving through it, you walk down a hall, past a kitchen and a meeting room, into another large open area that must be the center of this floor. A huge open area with desks of deep brown polished wood sit heavily in clusters with couches, and break areas dotting the room. Looking over at the back wall you see another door that doesn't lead to an office with light behind the frosted glass wall.

Walking slowly to it you swipe your card again and enter a much smaller waiting room. A desk with a computer on it sits by a door. Moving over to the door you glance at the screen and your blood runs cold. The login screen has your name on it. Moving shakily over to it you hesitate before typing in your most used password. After a moment of loading the computer unlocks and you are greeted by Outlook.

"Hey, are you in?" You hear a deep voice say from behind the door.