I walked into the lobby of Aglaia at 9:30 a.m that morning. There were more people in the lobby than the previous day.
“Hey Ma’am. You are on time. Your supervisor is already here. You may go up now. He’s on the fifth floor.” The woman behind the counter told me without looking up. I assumed it was because she was so used to telling people the same all the time.
“Thank you.”
I had to wait for another few minutes because the elevator seemed to be in demand upstairs. I was actually looking around when the sound of the elevator made me turn and there it was: full of humans with no space. For a moment, I contemplated using the stairs instead but then I felt lazy to go up that far by stairs so I went with the congested elevator. At least I wouldn’t have to look weary and breathless by the ti
