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The Arizona morning sun cast a beautiful light glow against my tan skin as I made my way into the office building the next morning, my heels clacking against the tile floor noisily.

It was just 7am and most of the workers were just starting to arrive in the ground floor as well and making the place a mini scuffling mess.

My hands tightened around the strap of my bag momentarily as I stepped into the machine and punch the floor number into the elevator and it began to move.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly trying to calm my nerves. The elevator seem to get to me every...