Assault in the ElevatorUpdated at Sep 17, 2025, 23:21
At ten o'clock in the evening, the young female lawyer finally finished her work and left the law firm. As she stepped into the elevator, an inexplicable sense of melancholy quietly washed over her. It was a feeling of loneliness, mixed with exhaustion from days of relentless work and pressure, lending this beautiful twenty-one-year-old woman a fleeting yet profound weariness. She adjusted her light yellow short-sleeved shirt, her mind drifting back to the men she had encountered in the elevator earlier that day—their greedy eyes fixed on the sliver of cleavage her shirt couldn't quite conceal.