The clicking of heels echoed through the polished marble hallway, the sound bouncing off the spotless white walls on the right, adorned with minimalist art pieces.
To the left were glassed walls, giving a complete view of the cityscape from the towering height of Z Plaza.
The darkness of the night was a stark contrast to the lights glowing in the building.
She was walking on a steady pace, a paper bag in one hand, the other holding her phone. The faint smell of jasmine from a nearby flower arrangement mingled with cool air of Z Plaza.
She stopped for a second and turned to her left, looking out at the view from atop of Z Plaza. She knew the importance this place hold in this region. In the region of Khandan-e-Zamurd (Family Zamurd)-one of the most powerful and ambitious family.
Z Plaza was one of the four skyscrapers build in this region. Though, this plaza was odd one out from among the four.
She had a strange feeling that something was wrong, that something was about to happen. She knew that even the smallest mishap would trigger a swift response: special police units, Emergency Medical Services, helicopters from both aviation and news teams, emergency management agencies, and even specialized rescue and HAZMAT teams would all be activated at once, led by Khandan-e-Kulgin (Family Kulgin). But still, something felt wrong.
She was dragged out of her thoughts when her mobile rang. She looked at the screen seeing the caller id of her brother. Picking it up, she brought the phone to her ear and continued walking towards the elevator.
Busy in her conversation, she reached the elevator, assuring her brother on the other end that she will arrive within a few minutes, "Yeah, yeah, brother, I'll be there in five minutes."
The soft chime of the elevator arriving interrupted her, and she glanced at her phone just as the notification flashed, revealing her cell phone's battery level: 15%.
Call ended.
She stepped into the elevator, which was lined with mirrors reflecting the smooth modern design of the space. The soft lighting cast a gentle glow, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
She immediately noticed three girls already inside.
One, dressed in black abaya and wearing a black cap, stood at the front of the lift.
Another stood on the left side, wearing a dark brown abaya with a matching hijab.
The last girl, with her arms crossed, was on the right side, covered in a wine-red abaya.
They all looked suspicious in their own way.
With a polite smile, she greeted them softly, "Assalam o Alikum."
The elevator door slid shut with a quiet hum, sealing them in a small enclosed space.
One from among the girls merely glared at her, while the one in black cap lowered her head in response.
"Wa Alikum Asalam," the girl in the brown abaya replied, her tone measured and watchful.
She pressed the button for her floor, the soft beeping sound adding to the mechanical hum of the elevator. The only available spot was the front left corner, and she moved there.
The girl in the black abaya and cap stood motionless in the front, her eyes hidden beneath the edge of her cap.
The girl in the dark brown abaya, on the left occasionally shifted her weight, her gaze flickering towards the elevator's mirrored walls.
The girl in the wine-red abaya on the right side remained still, her arms crossed tightly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the floor numbers ticking by.
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