Meet Joe - Part Two

Looks like there's going to be a part 3...

The 44th floor of this great, gray building in any-city USA.

The silence in the dark hall was unnatural - you couldn't even hear the wind, which blew full strength outside.

 

Selina was shaking - she had never worked that late before, but she needed the extra hours, as being on the cleaning staff payroll didn't pay much.

The only source of light in this dark hall came from the small creak under the door of the office at the edge of the hall, the only office on the floor she had yet to clean.

 

She knocked silently on the door.

"Yes?", said a low, man's voice.

She opened the door and looked at the man sitting behind his desk - an old, balding man, wearing brown framed glasses, staring at her coldly, not showing even the slightest of emotions

No sympathy, no interest, nothing.

 

That was George Hammerson in a nutshell - a cold person with a cold stare, caring about nothing but his own private world.

 

"Excuse me senior, can I clean now?", asked Selina with a heavy mexican accent.

His stare became harsh.

"I still have a lot of work. Just leave. You could clean my office tomorrow".

"But senior, I have to clean. Is my job", she bagged him.

Her eyes landed on the big window, which took out an entire wall of this impressive office.

"Don't you want me to clear your window senior? You can't enjoy the view from a dirty window".

"No", he said in a harsh tone, "That won't be necessary. I have a lot of work to do. I'll straighten things up with your boss tomorrow. Just leave".

"OK. Good night senior" said Selina, and closed the door.

 

She put the cleaning cart back in it's closet, took her purse and headed toward the elevator.

How she wished there was more light to guide her in her way, but the halls were brightened by natural sun light during normal working hours, so there was no need for lamps, and she already locked all the offices she was cleaning.

 

She pressed the elevator button.

There were two elevators - one which was known to be broken, and another which now seemed broken as well.

"A perfect ending to a perfect day", she thought to herself, "Now I'll have to walk down 43 floors. Oh god, please help me".

 

Suddenly, the elevator had started moving again.

"Gracias dios", she whispered.

Author's Note

Part One - http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/JuNk-E/234785/
Was planed to be a One-parter, then a two-parter, now probably a three-parter.

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[DarkAngelWriter]

Omgosh! Dude! WHERE IS THE REST?! I can't wait! Keep me posted! :D