The rest of the walk was quiet, not the comfortable kind, but the "one of us is hiding something" kind.
Her heels clicked against the tiled corridor, echoing between the tall glass walls. Alex's footsteps trailed a few paces behind, steady and calculated, like a bodyguard who hadn't been officially assigned the role.
When they reached the elevator, she pressed the button and kept her eyes on it for an unreasonably long time.
Alex, of course, stared at her.
"What?" she asked, still staring at the button.
"Madam," he said with that maddeningly calm tone, "the elevator isn't working. There's no electricity here."
"I know," she replied. "Just trying. Who knows? It might open."
Alex tilted his head slightly. "That wouldn't be possi—"
The elevator doors slid open with a cheerful ding.
Both of them took an instinctive step back.
Alex blinked. "Possible."
The two of them froze, eyes darting from the eerily open elevator doors back to each other.
