Krittika was pressing the button umpteen number of times. She just wanted that damn elevator to come fast and pressing the button, again and again, was not helping her either. The crowd was slowly building up around her which was making her more nervous. She was sweating profusely. Did she apply the deodorant before she left her home? She was not able to recollect. Finally, the lift came. The lift was her safe zone. Nobody could touch her once she enters the vicinity of her office.