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I showed her my phone.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe that pervert even used a smiley face. That’s dark. Maybe he really is just a serial killer.”
I stared at the creepy yellow emoji smiling up at me. Taunting me. Was that how he’d look as he carved me up into little bits? Smiling? Laughing? Comparing me to my dead sister?
The flimsy walls of our cubicle felt like they were closing in on me. I put my hand on the desk to steady myself.
“Come on!” said Chastity. “We have to go now before he gets here!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the elevator. We tore out of the cubicles and ran past the reception desk. And then we stopped short.
I watched in horror as the numbers above the elevator ticked up towards our floor.
49, 50, 51…
I squeezed Chastity’s hand. “Please tell me you have your pepper spray.”
She started rummaging in her purse for it. But it was too late.
Ding.
The elevator had arrived.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 2 - The Man on the Elevator
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
“Got it!” yelled Chastity and tossed me her bottle of pepper spray.
I was too focused on the elevator, though, so it just hit me in the boob and bounced onto the floor.
“Girl, why didn’t you catch it?!”
“Why’d you throw it to me?!”
“Because he’s coming for you first. You can get him in the eyes and I’ll deliver a swift kick to his beautiful balls. Single Girl Rules, forgive me.” Chastity crossed herself as if kicking a serial killer in the nuts would offend God. Or the Single Girl Rules were God? I don’t know. There was no time to dwell on it. I dropped to my knees to grab the pepper spray before Tanner could murder us.
“Good evening, ladies,” said a deep voice. But it wasn’t Tanner’s.
I looked up, still on my knees scrambling for the pepper spray, as Mr. Frost walked out of the elevator.
Oh thank God.I never thought I’d actually be happy to see Mr. Frost. But in this case, I was elated. The worst boss in the world was still better than a freaking serial killer. It still felt like my heart was beating out of my chest, though.
Mr. Frost looked at the pepper spray on the ground, then at me on my knees in the cropped blouse and short skirt that Chastity had loaned me. His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. I couldn’t read him at all. Was he going to make some comment about liking me on my knees? Or fire us for attempted assault? As it turned out, he did neither.
“Ready to work?” he asked.
“Mhm,” I said.
At the same time, Chastity said, “We actually have a bit of an emergency.”
He narrowed his icy blue eyes. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” said Chastity. “Ash has a stalker. He threatened to come here and murder us.”
Mr. Frost didn’t flinch. “Here’s a tip for you, Miss Morgan. When you make up excuses, don’t go too big. Food poisoning would have been much more believable.”
“I’m not making it up.”
