Chapter XIII
It Needs Work
Lisanne, dressed in a sleeveless amber suit, and Ellenancy, covered by a maroon robe and slippers, entered an elevator within the Corpus Chrome, Incorporated Building. Joining them, Mr. Johnson put his fingertips to a placard and said, “Floor eighty-five.”
The metal door slid shut and presented a reflection of the mismatched identical twins. Within the mirror image, the mannequin’s chrome plating hosted myriad warped reflections.
The elevator rose, silent and fluid.
“How many floors are in this building?” asked Lisanne.
“One hundred and fifty.”
Ellenancy opined, “The view from the roof must be lovely.”
Pleased to hear a positive sentiment emerge from her sister, Lisanne asked Mr. Johnson, “May we go to the top?”
“The elevators don’t go past floor one hun
