𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ elaine; elevator

Promethium Pharmaceuticals has many employees, all different bodies with the same mind. Working towards the same cause. Our two bosses are considered absolute pricks (at least on my floor - statistics and data analysis.) Richard Rusk is a self absorbed, cheating, lying, overpaid white man and Elaine Markinson...well she has many names. Self-centred, vain, sex-obsessed, whore, bitch. The list goes on. We're a real nice group as you can see.

But, we have reason. Our section of the building has no staff room, no space and no toilets. We have to travel multiple floors for each of these. HR complaints have been sent but not one move of action to elevate our working conditions has been made. Not even a muscle.

I'm currently running late for work, which will probably go unnoticed by everyone as I blend in like a chameleon. I rush regardless. The elevator button is pressed to a point of permanent damage as it finally slides on open. Heels click on the floor as the blonde I despise takes her place beside me, pressing for the top floor.

The silence is awkward as I can see her eyes trailing down my figure which is in a suit that only the men in the god forsaken company wear. She smiles a little. Not in judgement but in approval. The moment however, is ruined as the elevator suddenly stops. I grab onto the railing and Elaine's sleeve - pulling her to the wall as the metal box stops shaking. Her hand grasps mine and I hold it tight; metal still groaning like a dying person. I stops abruptly and we are suspended in silence.

"Are you okay?" I ask. She looks just as shaken as me from what I can see of myself in the reflective walls. Her face is paler than usual, accentuating the red lipstick that usually looks okay. It now looks horrifying against her too-pale skin.

"Yes, are you?" She questions back. I smile softly in reassurance. After a moment she questions me again, "Can we sit on the floor?"

"Sure." I reply as she pulls me to the cold ground. I cross my legs as does she. We sit adjacent to one another, hands still entwined as I try not to blush. Not only is she staring at me intently - taking in every feature on my face and shape of my body, but I have only just realised how attractive this woman actually is. Her blonde hair is curled and styled in a 30's-esque way, lips painted a deep red and blue eyes owlish and inquisitive. Her beauty is slightly unnerving as I'm made aware of my 70's mess of hair and not so great style choices. I brush it off anyways; relishing in the fact my boss is admiring me. It has been a while since someone has looked at me this way - or at least a woman.

"How come I've never seen you before?" Her blue eyes staring deeply into mine. The question seems genuine but hurts. Although, I can't expect her to know every employee in the building.

"We don't work on the same floor." I shrug, trying to seem calm in our increasingly dangerous situation. She raises an eyebrow. "I work in statistics and data analysis. We break down all the big numbers for the people upstairs. Like you actually."

"Shame. I'll never see your pretty face again after this." She frowns. "Wait. Isn't your floor the one that HR has requests for working condition improvements on almost every hour?"

"That's me." I smile sheepishly. I'm not necessarily embarrassed by the complains but sometimes we can be a lot.

Clearly the message is passed on but to the wrong people. People who do not care or have a drop of sympathy as they live in their beautifully furnished, clean offices, completely contrasting our dingy, dirty work desks. Last week Linda was giving Ericson a blowjob and they either didn't consider the other people or didn't care. Evidently though, Linda is after a raise from our head of department (no pun intended) if she's willing to publicly embarrass herself. In front of the whole team no less."I'll see if I can fix something up for you all. And come visit you. If that's okay?"

"Yes." I say urgently, a little too eagerly for my own taste so i add a, 'please' to the end of my sentence. She smiles and plays with the silver rings on my fingers as the speakers in our metal confinement notify us that we'll be back to normal in no time and to not worry.

I'm unusually calm as I watch her ruby red nails trail patterns on my outstretched palm. We are released soon after and go our separate ways, but not before she gave me her number and asked me out to eat. I spend the rest of the day smiling at our little encounter, relaying her staring at me and playing with my hands. It felt right and hope it wasn't just a one time unusual encounter situation. It's definitely a date, I can conclude from all the death glares I'm getting from my floor.

They'll be grateful when I'm fucking the co-president to improve their conditions. And i'll be thanking the god damned elevator.

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A/N : Literally cannot be arsed. Like wtf is this bruh. Try and enjoy the first elaine one in a fucking while (if you can that is) :((((