Flora stepped into the elevator and leaned back against the cold, metallic wall, releasing a quiet sigh. With a weary hand, she pressed the button for the tenth floor and watched the doors slide shut.
"They really think I'm just their errand girl," she muttered under her breath, eyes drifting to the stack of files clutched tightly in her arms. "I made wrong decisions... and now, I keep paying for it, no matter where I go."
The elevator halted at the third floor with a soft ding, and a small group of employees entered. Flora stepped aside, allowing them space, then straightened her posture and fixed her gaze on the ascending floor numbers, silently willing the ride to end quickly.
But soon, the low murmurs and stifled giggles of the women behind her pierced the silence. Their whispers weren't subtle.
"I can't believe she has the nerve to show her face here…"
"She should've resigned already."
