Mayonnaise On An Escalator Novels & Stories

she remarked, glancing up at the manager once more as the meeting was about to begin. “Later, we have a crucial meeting.” The manager gave a nod. "All right, Miss Roy. I will not squander your time. I apologize for forcing you to visit today.” "It's fine." After giving Odessa a wink and waving her hand, Fay and her left. A container on the conveyor line upstairs abruptly shook, went to the edge, and fell from above as they approached the entrance. The carton dropped precisely in Fay’s direction. Odessa was shocked to see this and yelled out of impulse, "MissRoy!"

Poor Cassandra was so petite and caught off guard that she yelped in shock when yanked like that. Seeing both of them about to tumble down onto me, I cursed under my breath and threw out a hand, firmly grabbing Sophia's other flailing wrist. It took the combined strength of the three of us, but in the very last second, we managed to steady her and pull her back - avoiding what could've been a disaster. It all happened so fast it made your heart skip a beat, but really, it was just a few tense seconds. The escalator finally reached the bottom. Standing on solid ground again, no one looked great. Our faces were pale, visibly shaken. Some shoppers nearby had stopped to stare, a few already had

Maya straightened her spine immediately, cleared her throat with aggressive solemnity, and stared at the digital floor indicator above the elevator doors with the intense, innocent focus of someone who had never laughed in her entire life. "So, are we going to the cafeteria?" Maxwell asked, breaking the tension. "Cafeteria, let's go I'm starving," Maya confirmed quickly, gesturing toward the opening elevator doors. The cafeteria was a sea of noise and motion, packed to capacity with mid-level managers and tech interns. The three of them managed to snag a small table near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city square. Maya was true to her word, returning with a steaming plate

Alfred asked behind me as I dropped the scallions into the basket. "Hmm," I hummed in reply. I made to turn, but my eyes widened, realizing I had forgotten something. "Mayo!" I exclaimed. He smiled. "I was thinking the same thing." Chuckling, I turned, and the three of us headed back to the section we had passed. The Mayonnaise was on the last shelf. I sighed and reached closer to the shelf. Standing on my toes, I stretched out my hands to grab it, but I couldn't reach it. The specific one I wanted was a bit pushed to the back. I dropped back to my feet, about to turn to Alfred to ask for help when I felt his hands hover above me. My back was pressed against his body as he reached for the ma

I quickly grabbed the burger and took a huge bite, trying to push the explicit image from my head. Go away! Gosh, my mind was dirty! He let out a soft chuckle, "Sure you’re ok, kitten? You look a little flushed." "No, it’s just hot in here." I stated, putting the burger down. Shit. Wrong thing to say. I glanced at him to see his eyes held that dark glint that made my stomach flutter. I quickly looked away, realising I had got mayonnaise all over my fingers from when I squeezed the poor innocent burger to death. White mayonnaise… Oh hell, my mind was really going down the gutter. I stared at my finger, not daring to lick it off with the image that had now formed in my mind.

You're Thelma. Thelma smiled as they took the stair bend. 'Good to know. Everyone likes you, you know.' Naima stopped in shock. 'Oh, we're at the sixth floor now, are you—' she air quoted — ' "allergic" to elevators?' Naima smiled and thought of Annoying Thing. 'No,' she said, laughing. 'Then let's take it, it's a long way down by stairs, you know.' 'Oh, right.' They stepped through the stairway's automatic plexiglass to the elevator which was directly opposite the plexiglass doors.

When I was small,I used to be super excited about how it took us above without us moving around or walking up. I wait for Lai to catch up with me. A few minutes later she stands aside, panting. "You bitch. Why do you have to start a marathon here?" She huffs and pants heavily. "You breathe first and then talk." I laugh. Lai rolls her eyes. "Let's go." We both step on the escalator and Lai being Lai holds me tightly on my arm. She is scared of escalators. "Girl, it's just up. It won't eat you away." I say and cringe in pain. Her nails are digging in my skin.

The elevator shook slightly with a muffled thud as it started to make its way up. Myra could not react in time and stumbled onto the man next to her before she could hold onto the handrail. The man’s open shirt collar brushed against her forehead. She was close to him—exceptionally close that she could smell the faintest hint of tobacco mingling with his clean, cool scent. Tilly, on the other hand, had regained her footing and was shocked at Myra’s predicament. She quickly pulled Myra onto her feet as she cried out, “Myra!”

And they left the room, they brushed passed they passed their pursuers gracefully and proudly like a cock and stopped by the elevator for lift service. Before the elevator could arrive, their client Miss Nina had sent a text message through Mara's phone while Evelyn too was buried to her phone sharing the video online as fast as possible. As they both walked into the elevator, with their both attention fixed on the phone, Mara had forgot that she was wearing a high stiletto with sharp thin heel, as she was unaccostomed and also busy on the phone the heel caught the elevator's door gap while Evelyn passed her without knowing she was stuck and she instinctively fling herself and Landed unto a

Maya’s POV The elevator didn't just move up; it hummed with a predatory smoothness that made my stomach churn. The numbers on the digital display weren't counting floors. They were counting years. When the doors slid open, the air that hit me wasn't the scent of pine or the metallic tang of the mountain. It was expensive vanilla, leather, and the sterile, recycled breath of a high-rise HVAC system. I stepped out onto a plush, cream-colored carpet that felt like a trap.