Short stories

Short story 1

It was January 15, 1998, and Camila Cellis had gotten the job of her dreams. She had worn her best outfit with her most expensive jewelry. She had walked into the building noticing things like the lack of color aside from the gold accent that followed the walls. And the tired look in the employee's eyes made her nervous and for a second doubt whether she even wanted the job.

But she stopped herself from thinking about such things. This is her dream job and she was willing to work her ass off to get to the top. She straightened herself up and headed towards the elevator passing the receptionist and giving her a small smile as she passed and she noted that the receptionist also had the same tired look as the other employees.

As Camila walked into the elevator she noticed a couple of other people who also seemed new based on their energetic look. There were two ladies and one man. One lady who looked like she was in her late twenties early thirties wearing a light pink skirt with a matching jacket. Her hair was long and curly. And the other was a tall black woman who looked about like she was in her early twenties wearing a simple gray button-up with black fitted pants. Her coily hair ended just above her shoulder. And the man had a black suit with an expensive red and black tie. He looked as if he was in his mid-twenties. His hair was slicked back with not a single strand out of place.

Camila gave them a small nod before entering the elevator and pressing her floor standing back a bit to let the other people press their floor.

Just before the elevator door closes a man wearing a white suit enters. Camila scoots back to give him some space to press his floor number. He doesn't say anything but presses the Emergency stop button.

The man turns to the group immediately afterward. "You're probably wondering why I've gathered you here."
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