The Elevator By William Sleator Novels & Stories

I hurriedly entered into the elevator after him, Wyatt also entered next then the door shut. I watched as Rob key in the floor we were going to. "How come the elevator is empty, with many workers here, I expect lots of people waiting to enter" That's how it has always been at the previous companies I had worked at. Rob shook his head "Your highness, this elevator is only for the President, so of course there are no people waiting to use it" Oh, I hadn't noticed. After his explanation , no one said anything and I watched as the arrow went up. The elevator opened with a 'ding' and we stepped out.

The elevator rapidly slowed and came to a halt. “Connor?” I asked, slightly alarmed. “We need to talk for a second,” he said. There wasn’t the annoying, clanging alarm that you normally hear in an elevator when someone stops it. I didn’t realize its absence, though, until a voice came over the speaker. “Is everything alright, sir?” the voice asked. “It’s fine,” Connor said. “I just need a minute.” “Understood. Call if you need maintenance.” “Thank you,” Connor said, then turned down to see my look of alarm. He grinned and shrugged. “We did a study and found out people like to have sex in elevators, so we incorporated that when we built the penthouse.”

Alex was busy with her practice and forgot the time for her lunchout with dame. So without checking her phone she rushed to the elevator. Going down the ground floor from 20th floor. The elevator for the president was broken so the Preaident and his grandfather use the elevator for workers when the elevator reached the 20th floor. It suddenly open and damian saw alexz but alex didnt recognize the chairman and she went inside the elevator. She slightly greeted the people in the elevator. She was shy because damian didnt even greeted her. So she pretend also not to greet him. But suddenly the chairman said something that shocked her.

The moment Scarlett sighted the woman, she pretended not to see the lady standing there as she headed to the elevator. She tapped the button. Surprisingly, the elevator worked, and Scarlett stepped in. She heaved a sigh of relief because she thought she was finally free, but before the doors could close, a hand reached and pushed them open and a man stepped inside. She took a glance at him. He was a tall man. He was muscular and around Leon’s height. Scarlett nodded to him, and they both started to ride upstairs. The silence in the elevator turned into an awkward one.

He turned away from the elevators. One of the guards noticed. “Mr. Nobody?” he called out. Nobody looked back. The guard glanced at his colleague and winked. That watch-me-deal-with-him kind of wink. “If you're wondering if that's a cave, I promise you it isn't. It's called elevator. Eley. Vay. Tor. Get it? And it doesn't bite. I bet you've never been inside one of those now, have you?” Nobody stared at the elevator for a moment. Then at the guard. And said: "Wow! Is that what it is? Elevator? Nice meeting you, Mr. Elevator. But I got to go."

Because making a good impression means staying until the job is done—and because my mom already said she’d pick up the twins from kindergarten today. So I keep going. And going. Until the janitorial staff waves goodnight and I realize the sky outside is dark and my Fitbit thinks I died two hours ago. “Okay,” I whisper, shutting down my borrowed desktop and shoving my charger into my bag. “Time to escape.” The elevator is…not my favorite thing. But I am not walking down twenty floors in heels. I step inside the polished chrome coffin and press G. It doesn’t move at first. Instead, the light above flashes. And the elevator goes up.

Two workers reacted instantly, lunging forward and pinning his arms behind his back. Marcus thrashed desperately, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You can't touch this thing! You can't tear it down! This belongs to the town! This is our elevator!" "Your elevator?" Nicholas stared at him in confusion. "Mr. Mitchell holds the deed to this elevator. He funded it, built it, and paid for every single scrap of metal, equipment, and labor out of his own pocket. Since when does it belong to the town?" "So what if he built it?" Marcus barked defiantly. "He's from this town. He put it up at our front door, so that makes it communal property!"

Chapter 125: The Sovereign Vault The elevator went up fast through Vane Tower but it did not shake. The air inside the elevator felt thin because it was moving quickly. The floor numbers on the wall were changing fast. 60, 70, 80. Julian was in control.

The elevator opened directly into Victor’s penthouse, a cavern of glass and steel forty-seven floors above the city. Midnight pressed against the windows on three sides, turning the skyline into a glittering bruise of neon and shadow. Elena stepped out first, heels clicking across the poured-concrete floor, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the vastness of the space.

It was definitely something I didn't want to experience more than once. As the elevator doors closed I couldn't help but think about this tiny box as the space where I'd be having dates; many, many dates. Now that I was standing in here, the idea seemed even more ridiculous. "Hold the elevator," a voice called from somewhere in front of me. I stuck my hand out, stopping the doors from closing just in time. They slowly opened again to reveal that I was now standing face to face with Dakota. Shit. "Ah, Ms. Adams. Just the writer I wanted to see," he said, strolling into the elevator with all the grace of a professional dancer.