Today's OneWord: Elevator

I held the elevator door for the man who ultimately would murder my supervisor with a hidden revolver, then sprint toward my cubicle, lobbing stray shots as a warning to get me to duck down. I would watch, as I dropped to my knees, the assailant trip over his own feet, smash into the large window behind us, and plummet screaming down twenty stories into the nearest street curb.

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