“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her hart-, hart pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On seconde thought,” he zei as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...
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