1. Elsie squeezed her eyes shut feeling as if she was going to die. Her breathing became labored as she sat crouched on the floor of the elevator, hugging her knees to her chest. “Are you okay, ma’am?” She heard the voice of a man who must have entered the elevator after her. She gave a deep sigh and pulled herself up with his assistance, she had felt weak in the knees. A broken heart would have that effect on a girl. She just could not wrap her head around the fact that Carlos was using her for money. That was what it all boiled down to, wasn’t it? “I’m okay,” she lied quietly as he helped upright. She pressed the button to her floor and leaned back into the mirrored wall of the elevator. It wasn’t until she turned around and saw that it was one of Carlos’s acquaintances from the event, a tall thin man with red hair and freckles. His eyes were dark and unremarkable. He looked quite odd, actually. Oh, God! Had he overheard the conversation or the argument she’d had with Carlos?
