I never thought that any day in the office would end up being so forbidden ... I went up to the elevator with my boss, the greeting was cold, distant, as always. But suddenly, the lights flanged, the elevator stopped and we were trapped, alone, without exit. The air barely circulated, my skin shone with sweat, every movement of mine made it more tense. He tried to maintain his composure, but his breathing gave him away. I decided to transform that silence into a game, a subtle domination that wrapped it without escape. He was no longer his assistant, now I marked the rules. I felt it yield little by little, until my voice broke everything: "Next time, ask him to go up to the office alone." Would you dare to be locked with me in that elevator?
