You stepped inside a seemingly empty elevator, holding your binder near your chest, messaging your boyfriend before putting away your phone. A man stepped inside also and you didn’t even have to pick your head up to know who it was, your jaw clenched and you kept your eyes lowered.

He stood next to you by the back wall of the elevator, reaching out to press on the control panel before glancing over at you “what floor?” He asked, a slight almost sly smile on his face. The way he looked at you felt odd but you voiced your floor anyway, which was where your office was, you were just a mere employee— a new recruit actually, so it felt weird to have the president talk to you however you just brushed it off.

He was silent at first, it was tense and you could feel him briefly glancing at you, a small smile remained on his face. After the doors closed and the elevator started to move, he began to bombard you with uncomfortable yet innocent questions “When does your shift end?” “Soon.” “Do you have anything planned after work?” “No.” “would you care to join me after you get off your shift then?” It sounded like a question but seemed more like a demand if anything, a “question” that made you go silent.