“Be Seeing You.”

The cab pulls to a stop just outside of the towering heights and large bulking width of Crown building. After dropping Kimberly to her hotel, I asked for the driver to take me to my location as soon as possible. Jordan Crown is the type of person who despises being late even for just five seconds. But no need to worry though. I still have two minutes, which I believe is enough to get me to the top by an elevator express.

As I rush through the glass doors several employees greets me, which in response, I greet back.

I head towards the elevator in a flurry of motion, almost tripping on my heels on my steps. I climb in, only the person occupying the small room. The elevator doors begin to shut and my bothered heels cannot help but tap against the floor in a nervous rhythm.

If I am not mistaken, this'll be the first time I will be late, not even exceeding a minute late, just for a few seconds, so technically I shouldn't be considered late. All reasons and excuses come to mind as my uneas