Tuesday, April 22, 2014

100 Words a Day 592

Sara stepped off the elevator on the fiftieth floor. Even the door to the firm was nicer than any other door she had ever seen. When she pushed, it swung open on well-balanced hinges. The receptionist was polite and helpful, directing her to her new desk, which faced a window overlooking downtown.

The skyscrapers of the city had been constructed during a time when buildings were about aesthetics rather than symbols of domination or wealth. They held her gaze for some time, though it was eventually pulled away by the shimmering azure water of the lake that hid behind then.

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