The lift detected the lease in Grace’s ptenda. It pressurized and soared toward Floor 196. A display winked the floor numbers and a readout above read EXPRESS. They were bathed in music as they sped towards the top of the building.
“I remember that song, Grace. What an oldie!” Raj bobbed his head to the music. “Camping at the reservoir, right?”
“Judging by the speed of this lift, we’ll get to hear a few bars.” Grace stared at the floor counter. Raj knew that look. EXPRESS was how she was probably feeling about the last few days.