She stepped out of the death trap, elated that she would live another day. The elevator seemed it had seen its better days and should retire soon enough. Luckily, it was just a few floors, or she might die of a heart attack every time it seemed to hit a bump.
It took her and her manager a while to find his office, even if they had his address. Well, her manager did not think they were in the right place upon seeing the condition of the dilapidated warehouse and the location. She thought they had made a mistake.
"Let me handle this." Serena heard her companion say, but unlike her, Nora had no patience in waiting in line, seeing the long queue ahead of them.
Judging from the clothes most were wearing, the clients were not what most giant firms would represent. This firm seemed to center more on the middle and low-income groups and some marginalized sectors.
"No. We will wait for our turn." She stopped her, not wanting to cut in just because they could.
