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PROF. LAKEWOOD
I firmly squeeze the straps of my handbag willing myself to calm down. Besides me, Ms. Stourton sways back and forth on her heel a clear display of her own uneasiness. The sight reassuring that I wasn’t the only nervous one though the ascend upwards couldn’t be any slower. The lavish looking metal box grows smaller and smaller as we go up. The silence looming over us like a dark cloud.
The floor numbers roll by one after the other displaying the levels we pass and my eyes stay glued to the changing numbers, “One more floor,” she says pointing to the numbers.
The gnawing feeling at the p
