You are in a typical awkward elevator ride with a group of other people, suddenly a man says "so, I bet you are wondering why I've gathered you here" before hitting the emergency stop button.
Squeezing myself into the elevator right before it closed, I heaved a sigh of relief.
I adjusted my toe and looked around the crowded elevator. Like me, two other people were dressed in a suit and tie while others dressed very casually.
I had been looking for a job for months and most of the companies I'd written to didn't give me feedback. So imagine how happy I was when a letter arrived at my doorstep saying I needed to be here by 12:00 for an interview.
'But I guess not all of us are here for the interview' I thought as my eyes slid over a girl in a bikini.
I looked at my watch. 11:42. Cutting it close but I could still make it.
There was the usual awkward silence in elevators as Frank Sinatra's 'Fly Me to the Moon' filled the air.
I heard humming, so I glanced beside me before doing a double take.
This man took casual to a whole new level. He was shorter than me and had a lot of hair. I'm talking full on Mufasa from Lion King's mane. He was also dressed in a pink bathrobe and remind me a little of Hagrid from Harry Potter.
That is, if Hagrid was a troll who wore bathrobes and listened to Frank Sinatra.
As I continued staring at him, he looked up and our eyes met. He gave a creepy grin and winked at me.
I looked away quickly, staring at the mirror wall opposite me; but one glance at him told me he was still staring so I watched the elevator buttons instead.
"So!" A voice exclaimed, startling me. I glanced and saw it belonged to the Troll-Hagrid.
He clapped once and continued,
"I bet you're wondering why I've gathered you here!"
Reaching out, he slammed the emergency stop button.
Shouts and exclamations of "The hell?!" and "What's going on?!" rang out as Troll-Hagrid continued to grin.
"Relax, you're in perfectly good hands. Just not mine." He said rocking on his heels.
The lights went out and the elevator start to go down. Fast.
Due to that I got slammed into the wall and other people bumped into me and each other.
I could feel my consciousness slipping and my thoughts before I blacked out were:
'Dang it. I don't think I can make it in time for the interview.'
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