Forty Seven
22:29 Essy’s eyes kept darting around as they walked into the elevator with the biker taking the lead and George’s friend with the goatee coming in last. She knew the lady was addressed as Phoenix and the man, Bright. Phoenix was definitely an anonym but she wasn’t sure about Bright. He gave the elevator its instruction through the modern vocal receiver and receded to the back where he stood beside the biker as the elevator began its ascent. George was standing right beside her, obviously thinking of what to say. She was glad that they hadn’t been on the same ride and she had been hoping that she wouldn’t get to see him again. But the biker had slowed down for them to catch up. It was a bad night in all. And it wasn’t like the preceding days had been any better. She wasn’t sure if she was
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