Camila, apparently, operated on a very different philosophy.

“Didn’t you hear me?” She crossed her arms, blocking the doorway.

“This elevator is reserved for C-suite executives.”

“I heard you perfectly,” I replied, keeping my voice level.

“Then go use the other one.”

A young junior employee standing nearby shuffled closer and whispered, “You should really just do what she says.

You do not want to get on Ms.

Reyes’s bad side.”

I glanced toward the service corridor.

“Does the freight elevator go to the 68th floor?”

The girl shook her head nervously.

“Only to 63.”

“And what about the staff working on the top floors?”

She lowered her gaze.