Mirena whistled softly as she stood inside the elevator, eyes fixed on the glowing numbers as they climbed steadily upward.
“Thirty-fourth floor,” she murmured, tapping her foot lightly against the as she waited.
Surprisingly—Gina, the receptionist as she'd come to learn her name—had cracked easier than she expected.
Were people that hungry for better jobs? Higher salary or not, she was still going to remain in the 9-5 system, so why act so excited.
Shaking her head, she sighed. She couldn't understand the matrix mindset.
The elevator hummed, smooth and quiet, as it climbed higher. Then, the much awaited bell sound filled the small space and the doors slid open.
Mirena’s lips curved slightly and she stepped out without hesitation, making her way in the direction Gina ha
