The metallic surface of the elevator reflected off the subdued interior yellow light and the floor numbers blinked as it signaled the passing of each floor– the company building had nine elevators in total with 3 of them being glass lifts. Usually, these would be enough to accommodate the normal traffic inside the company but today it was a bit different.
And, Feng Xue appeared like an amazonian warrior despite her somewhat slight stature as she fought to reserve this elevator solely to themselves. Yang Jingshen of course couldn't say that he didn't enjoy the twisted looks on the faces of a handsome but pompous-looking young man and his assistant/agent who failed to board this ride with them and had to watch as the elevator door closed off mere inches from their noses.
