The man stood in the middle of the elevator, lightly tugging at his briefcase. He was dressed in an expensive-looking suit. Any person could know from the first look that he definitely wasn't poor. From the way he stood up to his polished leather shoes, everything in him seemed to emanate assurance. He got an impressive mustache, perfectly right, cut with an unhealthy precision.
A careful observer would see that underneath that mustache, his lips trembled, agitated by a nervous grin. The rest of his face was impassible and exception to this little thing, he seemed pretty sure of himself. The man leaned in front of the smooth surface of the elevator doors, taking on his appearance. He squinted at his reflection, mentally cursing himself for letting his glasses in the back of his suitcase, as he tried to see himself.
He seemed alright, except for this wrinkle on his shirt. He smoothed it down before replacing his tie. Tugging a bit on his suit, he looked at himself a last time, assuring himself that his appearance was as perfect as ever. As he did so, he saw a thing moving behind his reflexion on the doors. Promptly turning around he swept a gaze around. Seeing nothing, he shrugged it off before he saw another movement. Something fell on the floor. The man swiftly opened his suitcase, grabbing his glasses. As he put them on his bony nose, he wrinkled his nose at the bad smell suddenly invading the elevator.
The man put on his glasses, allowing him to see. The view of the mysterious object was quickly followed by a scream. Luckily for him, the elevator stopped, reaching his destination. As soon as the door opened, he literally threw himself out of the engine, scared to death. There, on the floor, laid a single bony foot.
