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your help.” Ahh, the wounded pride of a woman shining through.
     
                  “Suit yourself,” I lean back against the wall wondering how long we’ll be held captive. I fucking hate this goddamn building. Every time I step foot in here it’s like something tries to cage me in like a damn animal. I’ m half tempted to buy the damn thing myself, burn it down and sell the land. In fact, I do n’ t know why I have n’ t yet. I t’ s a win-win for me all around and will stop me from having to deal with crazy old ladies and bitchy clients.
     
                  Little Miss keeps her happy ass planted on the floor, slipping off her heels, rubbing her ankle, which is obviously tender, but I keep my yap shut. Let her wallow in her own self-loathing for all I care. Once again she reaches for her damn cell phone. We are in a steel box, how could she possible think she’s going to get any reception in here. At least this time she’s bright enough to notice there are no bars and doesn’t attempt a call before sliding it back into her bag.
     
                  “Now what?” she huffs.
     
                  “Now, we wait.”
     
                  “Wait for what? It’s not like there’s some maintenance crew that’s going to come looking for us. ” Despite her landing on her ass from a less-than-graceful fall, she still spews venom at me.
     
                  “We wait for the elevator to start working again, or my office to come looking for m e— whichever comes first.”
     
                  “That could take hours,” she wails like a petulant child.
     
                  “What would you have me do about it, Princess?” This bitch is getting on my nerves. I don’t want to do time for strangling her, but if we are stuck in here together long enough, it might come that to save my sanity.
     
                  “Quit calling me Princess.” She pouts glaring up at me from her seat on the floor.
     
                  “Quit acting like one.”
     
                  “Who do you think you are? You can’t talk to me like that.” She drags herself up using the handrail, then pokes her finger in my chest like she’s a bad ass. “Do you have any idea who I am?”
     
                  “Does it look like I care who you are? From my vantage point all I see is a spoiled brat who needs to be taken down a notch.”
     
                  “How dare you,” her hand raises as if she’s going to slap me. I catch her wrist in mid-strike.
     
                  “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She yanks her arm free from my grasp in a huff. “Why don’t you just sit back down and shut up. The less we talk the better off we’ll both be.”
     
                  She looks as if she’s going to say something snarky back but decides against it as she sits back down on the floor pulling her knees to her chest.
     
    I resign myself to our fate, taking a seat on the floor. I get the feeling this is going to be a very long night.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    I play games on my phone for a couple of hours to ward off the crazy that is starting to fill my mind until my phone finally dies. Claire’s died about twenty minutes before mine. I’ve watched her from the corner of my eye as she’s picked at her skirt and blouse. She reminds me of a monkey pulling mites off another monkey, and I have to suppress a laugh. The anger has dissipated and I can acknowledge when her mouth is shut just what a striking woman she is. Her green eyes are such a stark contrast to her dark hair. Her milky complexion doesn’t have a flaw in it. Her cheekbones are high, perfect nose, and lovely neck. Somewhere along the way, she took the tie out of her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders in loose waves. She tucks the shiny locks behind her ear