The elevator in Building 47 on Bedford Street stopped between floors with a sound like a sigh, and Maya Chen pressed the door button for the third time and wondered if the universe had a sense of humor and whether it found her suffering amusing.
She was thirty-two years old, a community reporter for the Brooklyn Eagle, and she had been stuck in this elevator with a man named Eli Thompson for approximately four minutes when the lights went out. "Alright," Maya said to the darkness. "This is ridiculous." "I'm sorry," said Eli's voice from somewhere in the confined space. His voice was quiet, measured, the kind of voice that seemed to...
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