We stepped out of Nala's office together, the glass door sliding shut behind us. The early executive floor was quiet, just a few lights humming overhead and a cleaning bot gliding along the wall. Nala walked beside me, smoothing her blazer, while I stretched my shoulders, still feeling the exhaustion from everything we went through.
When we reached the elevators, she gestured toward the stairwell nearby. "Let's just take the stairs. It's only one floor."
"Hell no," I said immediately. "I'm tired as it is. Even breathing feels like work."
She smirked. "So what we did in the office didn't take that much energy?"
"…Yeah, okay, that's different," I muttered. "Let's just take the elevator."
"Lazy employee."
"Ouch."
I pressed the button and the elevator opened. We stepped in, and I hit the button for the floor above.
"This Maeve," I asked as we rose, "is she the same doctor who dressed my wound?"
