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The Descent

Author: JDHWS
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-21 20:42:49

The elevator doors sighed open with the kind of engineered quiet that was supposed to communicate wealth — not ostentation, but power so absolute it didn’t need to announce itself.

Noah stepped in.

The door closed behind him like a vault sealing.

He was alone. For once.

No Gareth. No assistants. No Rae whispering about optics. No Lena watching from a balcony.

Just him, the walls, and a polished floor so clean it blurred his shoes into something anonymous.

The kind of space where sound didn’t echo — it evaporated.

He stared at the control panel and pressed 12.

Operations.

As the elevator began its descent, he felt it in his ears first — that gentle pressure shift, like a plane tipping ever so slightly toward earth. It was subtle, but it grounded him.

And still, he wasn’t grounded.

Not really.

He hadn’t used this elevator before.

Most new execs would’ve taken the private side lift. The one that bypassed the common floors. A sleek tunnel between rarefied air and power.

But Noah needed to
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