You silently curse to yourself under your breath as you drop your mascara brush down at the bathroom counter. The dark makeup smudges and creates a black spot on your recently cleaned and- not to mention - white counter. You let out a sigh of relief when you finish your makeup for the day.
Stuffing your phone and your wallet into your brown leather clutch, you let your eyes trail over your appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Giving yourself an approving nod, you stalk toward the door. Fumbling with the keys, you’re finally able to lock the door behind you. To your ultimate horror though, the elevator doors are about to close when you turn around. You’re already too late for work and you can’t afford to come into work even later than you already are.
“Hold the doors, please?!” You call out frantically, sprinting to reach the elevator before it closes. Yet another sigh of relief escapes your mouth when you slip in between the doors. Trying to catch your breath, you lean your head on the wall behind you.