Why am I doing this?
I should just stay up in my air-conditioned office where it's safe.
Too late for that, though. I'm almost at the bottom level.
Hurriedly, I check my appearance in the stainless steel doors of the elevator, tucking my long, black hair behind my ears and smoothing the wrinkles from my skirt. As usual, I look like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes. Maybe I should have put on my matching black blazer to appear more professional, but it's far too hot. My silky off-white tank top will have to do. I'm tucking it a little more securely into the waistband of my skirt as the doors fly open with a bang.
Everyone on the warehouse floor turns to look at me at once.
They are all men. Mostly. A few women are operating the heavy machinery, using forklifts to bring boxes d
