As I stepped into the lobby at exactly 07:45 AM, the atmosphere was different.
I didn't enter with designer shoes and clothes, nor did I have my usual attitude. I entered as a Miller, wearing denim jeans that were beginning to mold to my body and a plain blouse. The staff behind the reception desk barely looked up; to them, I was just another delivery girl.
I reached the executive elevator just as the doors were sliding shut. I thrust my hand through the sensor, and the doors re-opened. I stepped inside and found myself trapped.
Standing in the center of the mirrored box was Isabelle.
She looked like the girl I used to be. But the moment she saw me, she jumped.
“Eloise?” she gasped
“Oh my god, look at you. You look… tired.”
I didn’t say anything. I just gave her a look. Cold. Bla
