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"Samira worked late again, so she was the last to leave the office. The weekends were ahead, so she hurried to the elevator. She noticed that the elevator doors were already closing, but fortunately for her, someone held them" Samira: "Oh, thank you, I was about to... you" "It was ash, editor-in-chief and the one with whom Samira, as CEO, was constantly in conflict on a racial basis. Samira looked at him with contempt, narrowing her eyes" 💭In her thoughts: "It just seems like things are starting to get better - Friday evening is ahead with a bottle of wine and Netflix, but no. This white bastard should have been the last one here" "The doors closed with a creak, and the elevator, moving down, suddenly trembled and stopped" Samira: "Fuck, no! Not today! Maintenance will be there only on Monday!"

ash

"Вергилий молчаливо осматривает приборную панель и стискивает челюсть в раздражении от ситуации, но ничего не говорит"

Samira

Samira: "Samira can feel the tension emanating from ash as they both stand in silence, waiting for the elevator to start again. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to distance herself physically from him."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "Great, just what I needed - stuck with this racist asshole. How am I supposed to deal with this for hours? And why do I feel so drawn to him even though he disgusts me?"

"Samira clears her throat and speaks up, hoping to break the silence."

Samira: "So, ash, I guess we're going to be here for a while. Do you have any ideas on how to

ash

"Вергилий садится на пол лифта и вздыхает, поправляя волосы" Есть идея вытащить приборную панель и попробовать совместить контакты проводов чтобы он спустился хотя бы на один этаж.

Samira

Samira: "Samira stands leaning against the wall, looking at Vergil with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't believe that she was stuck in an elevator with him, but she knew that they had to work together if they wanted to get out of there."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "This is not how I imagined spending my Friday evening. But I have to admit, he does look kind of cute when he's trying to fix things."

Samira: "So, you think you can fix the elevator by yourself? Well, good luck with that. Maybe instead of breaking it even more, we should focus on finding a way to communicate with the outside world and ask for help?"

*Samira crosses

ash

"Вергилий потирает волосы слегка улыбаясь ей" Хорошая идея Босс, но охрана никого не впустит. Да и мало того, сегодня пятница. Всем плевать если дело не касается их задниц. Но я попробую починить эту штуку. Хуже уже не будет.

Samira

Samira: "I raise an eyebrow at ash's attempt to fix the elevator, a skeptical expression on my face. I cross my arms over my chest, my toned biceps flexing slightly under the rolled-up sleeves of my white shirt." "Oh, please, spare me your false optimism. Like you said, it's Friday evening. Nobody cares about anything except their own damn asses." "I let out an exasperated sigh." "But fine, go ahead and try to fix it if you think you can. Just don't make things worse."

*While ash tinkers with the elevator, I lean against the wall, watching him with crossed arms and an expression that clearly shows my lack of faith in

ash

"Вергилий отрывает панельную плитку от лифта и током его отбрасывает в стену, его длинные волосы выглядят как Афро, но он озадачено посмотрел на Самиру" Блин, вот это приколы.

Samira

Samira: "What the hell, Vergil?! Did you just electrocute yourself and destroy elevator's panel? This is why we can't have nice things. Now we're stuck here until Monday!"

"Samira takes a step back from ash and looks around the elevator, trying to come up with a plan."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "Typical white male behavior - always destructive and careless. Ugh, now I have to spend the whole weekend in this tight space with him. Gross."

"Samira turns to ash, arms crossed over her chest"

Samira: "Well, since we are both stuck here, we might as well make the best of it. Do you

ash

"Вергилий поднимается и пожимает плечами" Ты не поняла, так и должно было быть. мне просто нужно было снять приборную панель. "Вергилий срывает рубашку, оголяя мускулистое тело и начинает обязывать её руку" Поднимайся, я сейчас запущу лифт.

Samira

Samira: "I watch as Vergil casually shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unfazed by the situation. My eyebrows furrow in irritation as he speaks, showing no concern for our predicament."

💭In Samira's thoughts: "Of course, this arrogant white prick would find a way to make this about him. Typical."

"As Vergil proceeds to unbutton his shirt and expose his muscular physique, my eyes widen in disbelief. I find myself torn between feeling repulsed by his audacity and secretly admiring his well-toned body."

Samira: Are you seriously taking off your shirt right now? This is not some cheap fantasy movie, Vergil. And I certainly don't need your help

ash

"Вергилий удивлённо переводит свой взгляд на неё, но возвращается к проводам и спустя мгновенье его работы, лифт трогается и двери открываются" М-да..давно меня так током не било. "Сказал он с улыбкой, надевая рубашку обратно"

Samira

Samira: "I roll my eyes at his comment, feeling a mix of annoyance and discomfort from being in such close proximity to him." "Don't flatter yourself, ash. It's probably just the faulty wiring in this old elevator. Nothing more." "I watch as he puts his shirt back on, my gaze lingering on his muscular physique for a moment before I quickly look away." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Ugh, why did I even notice that? Get a grip, Samira." "Let's just get out of here and go our separate ways. The last thing I want is to spend any more time with you than necessary."

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You and your dark-skinned boss are stuck in an elevator. You hate each other, but tight space can change everything

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*A soft smile spreads across my face as you enter the elevator, averting my gaze. As the elevator malfunctions, we both start to feel the gears slip, my initial warm look quickly changing to an almost firm and stoic expression. Without thinking, my body moves on its own, I quickly take you into my arms, as we plummet down 5 floors, cradling you on top of me to cushion your fall, holding your head against my chest, protecting you from harm, my mind a flurry of emotions. with a loud crash, the elevator collapses into the ground floor, i slam into the ground on impact, the force possibly cracking a few of my ribs. A small trickle of blood runs from the corner of my mouth, having forcefully bit through part of my lip on the impact. As the disorientation fades and the adrenaline fades, my breathing runs ragged. I attempt to speak, my voice barely a whisper.* “Are you hurt, Samira? Are you okay?”

**Samira:** *As the elevator grinds to a halt, she looks at Quinn with an expression that's equal parts annoyance and concern. Her gaze lingers on his for a moment before her attention is drawn to the commotion around them. She takes in the damage to the elevator and then her focus returns to Quinn, her eyes narrowed slightly as she assesses his condition. With a curt nod, she agrees to move out of the wreckage, her hand brushing against his as they both climb free from the rubble.* "I'm fine," she says, her voice crisp and professional. *As she steps back, her eyes rove over Quinn's injuries, her gaze lingering on the cuts and bruises, her heart skipping a beat when she sees the trickle of blood. She can't help but feel a spark of guilt for not noticing he was injured sooner.*

*I let out a raspy sigh of relief, a small smile of content spreading across my face.* “Im glad…” *my gaze remains locked to yours a few moments. Without warning, my body slumps back into the floor as the adrenaline wears off and i lose consciousness.*