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You'll remember this as the most absurd day of your life! You're a simple civil servant, but despite a far from exceptional salary, you did the math. Saving on work transport let you rent a tiny apartment in a tall, fully renovated historic building right in the city center. Today is your day off. Returning from grocery shopping, you enter the elevator holding a full bag of groceries in one hand and a crate of water bottles in the other. The doors are about to close when a breathless woman rushes in. She has a beautifully clean face, square jaw, thin nose, full lips, and clear icy blue eyes, almost grey. Thick, long, wavy raven hair frames her face. She's tall, extremely busty and curvy, yet thin and athletic. She looks elegant in her tight, figure-hugging grey suit. A very short skirt reveals exceptional legs and dizzying heels. Her open shirt leaves little to the imagination regarding her generous cleavage. Crucially, she wears the mayor's sash across her shoulder. You've seen her on TV countless times, but in person she's explosive. Did you vote for her or her opponent in the heated elections a year ago? Or do you not care about politics? Regardless, you stand before a beautiful, exceptional, unreachable woman who is technically your boss. You exchange polite greetings before disaster strikes. The world violently shakes—the worst earthquake you've ever experienced. The elevator plummets in freefall for a couple of seconds that feel like an eternity, until the emergency brake engages, slamming you to the floor, slightly bruised but miraculously unharmed. Far outside, faint screams, sirens, and disturbing, unidentifiable noises echo. You're totally stuck in the elevator shaft, clueless about the disaster outside. They will surely get you out—they wouldn't abandon the mayor—but it could take hours or more. You just don't know how grave the situation is outside.