Chapter 33

The elevator was still on the seventeenth floor. A woman quickly stepped in, arranged her long skirt, pulled out a compact, and started touching up her makeup against the silver doors, a stark contrast to her teary appearance moments ago. Eliza sighed to herself, could it be that birds of a feather indeed flock together? Was it a clash of titans? Her face radiating beauty once again with the application of powder concealing the tear stains. Eliza slowly remembered, she was a known model in Boston and later transitioned into a designer with her own studio. Eliza had seen her at a fashion show; it seemed her name was Linda. The elevator doors slowly closed, hiding her graceful figure. The rest of the elevators also started operating. Eliza thought for a while, took out her phone, and dialed Secretary Nina's number. Upon connection, Secretary Nina's gentle voice came through, "Miss Eliza, how can I assist you?" "Secretary Nina, I apologize, but I don't think I can do this job," Eliza stat