Elevator

By Donya Sheikhrezai

Every morning Mr. Bentley would awake to the sound of his beeping alarm. He would slip out of his bed, clicking the off button on his alarm and make his way to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth Mr. Bentley would put on the clothes that were hung up neatly inside of his mirrored closet doors.

Mr. Bentley only contained the same pants, shirts, jackets and shoes. He grabbed a black t-shirt from the top shelf of his closet and the rest of his clothes off their hangers and quickly put then on.

Mr. Bentley headed down through the stairwell. A man waiting by a silver car opened the door and he stepped in. The man quietly shut the door and made his way to the drivers seat.
On their way to the office Mr. Bentley drank his coffee. When they reached the office the driver silently opened the door. Mr. Bentley stepped out of the car and into the building. He made his way to the stairwell.

Mr. Bentley walked up to the 25th floor. When he swung the door open beads of sweat were dripping down the side of his face and he was breathing heavily.

“Good morning Sir,” his secretary said holding out mail for him. He grabbed the papers went to his way to his office. As he sat down, Mr. Bentley flipped through his mail searching for a state inspection letter. He finally found the letter and excitedly opened it. Inside was a small plaque. It said ‘ Jet Bentley & Co. Inspected’ Mr. Bentley took the plaque and slowly walked to the elevator. He stepped through the open elevator doors at the end of the hall and placed the plaque on the inside of it. Mr. Bentley never used a stairwell ever again.