~~~~~~~~<br/>In the<b><i>Right Elevator...</i></b><br/><br/>Fanya stood straight, her hands pressed against the small of her back, her chest pushed out, not in an act of seduction but in an effort to calm herself. She always felt these elevator rides were particularly annoying in length and silence.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Quite a day, wasn't it?</span>" She said ironically. Fanya tapped her foot...<br/><br/>Just before the doors opened on the 19th floor she said one last thing, "<span style="color: purple">Don't give up on her... give her at least one more chance. I know, I should have done the same back in the day.</span>"<br/><br/>With that, the doors opened...<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In<b><i>Becca's Room...</i></b><br/><br/>As soon as the tears started to dry up, Becca looked forward wanting the pain to go away but also to take in her surroundings. The Suite was absolutely gorgeous. Huge bay windows from floor to ceiling framed the living room that was plush with all the comforts one could want. Couches, love seats, coated in velour, a wet bar, Kitchen, the lighting was adorned with gorgeous but not overly gawdy chandeliers.... Becca hadn't even seen the bedroom yet.<br/><br/>Just being in this room was a brand new experience. One she wasn't sure she would have ever again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>