Why am I doing this?

I should just stay up in my air-conditioned office where it's safe.

Too late for that, though. I'm almost at the bottom level.

Hurriedly, I check my appearance in the stainless steel doors of the elevator, tucking my long, black hair behind my ears and smoothing the wrinkles from my skirt. As usual, I look like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes. Maybe I should have put on my matching black blazer to appear more professional, but it's far too hot. My silky ...