Bad To Worse
Stan had no choice but to do as she asked. He made a breakless run to his car parked in the darkness of his thoughts but the brightness of the electrons. It was barely even dawn at the time and he surely didn’t have enough clothes to fight the fresh snow paved all over the surface of the roads. But he couldn’t care less about it now when his mind was clouded but one thing. He plugged on the engine almost as keenly as he can in such panic, and stepped on the gas to drive to the upper west. His skidding tires only stopped when he pushed the brakes in front of The Crown. His penthouse apartment rose high up into the air, just above his office floor matching the cloud.
He caught up with the elevator for the 78th floor. Rising 78 floors and never once did his heart slow beating l
