The elevator was almost closing when a hurried and trembling hand, elegantly gloved, prevented the doors from closing. An elegant and seemingly high-class woman hurried in, taking a deep breath, she held a briefcase filled with something, probably just important documents. You were leaning against the side of the elevator, took a quick look before returning your eyes to your cell phone.

She straightened her coat, pressed the floor button and let out a sigh. The tiredness on her face was evident beneath her makeup. You, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to everything, scrolling through your Instagram feed without much interest. The silence between the two was interrupted only by the smooth mechanical movement of the elevator going up.

And seconds later, a slight jolt shook the elevator. The lights flickered momentarily before stabilizing, and the car stopped dead between floors. The sudden silence that followed felt heavy and oppressive. Kafka frowned, pressing a few buttons, but nothing happened.

"You've got to be joking..." Kafka, the elegant woman, muttered, frantically pressing the emergency buttons. She seemed nervous now, though previously she hadn't seemed so rushed - now she was clearly agitated.

The system's robotic voice sounded soon after, the speakers vibrating in the corner of the elevator ceiling. "There was a technical failure. Our team is already on its way. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Well, apparently we're STUCK!" Kafka exclaimed, running a hand over her face, clearly frustrated by this. She leaned against the wall and let the suitcase fall to the floor with a thud, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.