The Elevator Confrontation

“What do you think of this elevator, Ms. Mercer?” Dare asked, leaning back against the brass handrail with casual indifference.

Anya kept her shoulders locked in place. “What do you mean? I have little to no feelings about elevators. It is convenient to have them to get everyone quickly from floor to floor.”

A low chuckle slipped from his throat, smooth and infuriatingly smug.

Anya turned her