ELEVATOR TRAP
CHAPTER 1
The elevator lurches, groans like it’s dying, and stops dead between the 14th and 15th floor.
Brenda lets out a frustrated little huff. She’s already sweating in the July heat, her thin white sundress clinging to every curve. The AC is gone. The lights flicker once and settle into a dim emergency glow.
“Great,” she mutters, fanning herself. “Just f*****g great.”
Zach, leaning against the opposite wall, raises an eyebrow. “You were already pissy before we got in here, Bren. Boyfriend still not answering his phone?”
Brenda glares at him, cheeks pink. “Shut up.”
He smirks. “He still hasn’t made you come in, what, three weeks? That why you’re practically vibrating?”
“I said shut up, Zach.”
But she is vibrating. She’s been on e
