As the elevator creaked like an old rocking chair, making its way down to Level 'S; the architect was humming cheerfully. Apparently unaware of how dangerous it was to be in this elevator.
Nah, who was he kidding. He was humming as a way to keep himself from panicking at the fact that of someone tried to stall the elevator, it would snap like an old rubber band and fling him down who knows how far.
As he passed a few floors he spotted Wally and Shawn bickering about something, again.
"Good Morning, Gentlemen!" He practically shouted over Shawn's loud voice. They both jumped as the elevator slid past them, with a profusley sweating Mr. Piedmont inside.
"Good Mornin' to you too, Bertrum!" Wally called, as the elevator lowered further down. Bertrum smiled to himself. Finally, everything was going right for him! People were calling him by his prefered name, and Mr. Drew had arranged for a very important meeting with some financial backers, just yesterday! Today was when even more good things would happen, he just knew it.
A few minutes later the elevator made a pleasent 'ding!' As Bertrum happily ran out of the metal death box. He gazed down the hallway and saw a young man from the warehouse talking with Grant Cohen.
"Ah! Perfect timing Mr. Piedmont!" Grant called in his cheerful british accent, "Mr. Millark ((A/N: this guy is an unimportant extra, so i didnt bother putting an OC tag on it... Literally googled 'random last names' and chose one that sounded old. XD)) here was just telling me about your plans with Mr. Drew!"
Bertrum smiled and walked forward, shifting his briefcase so he could shake his hand. "Yes, quite a breakthrough, I know. Of course, you where quite the more persistant one, eh Grant?"
Grant sighed and shook his head in frustration, "If only Mr. Drew were more careful. This studio sure could use more efficent management,"
"Yes indeed," Bertrum replied, "Well, I will see you both later, I've got to go see Lacie about something right now,"
Grant and the warehouse worker waved farewell as Mr. Piedmont stepped through the vault door, starting his very long journey to his office.
Seriously, the amount of saftey issues with this place is enough to make anyone nervous. But then again, most people here had gotten used to it.
He pushed the correct books back into the shelves and edged around the piles of teetering manuscripts before heading through the door. The large chasm was horrible and several employees had fallen down over the years. The hole probably went down to the sewers and further, but Bertrum didn't feel like testing the theory out himself.
He made his way around the hole and across the old bridge. Joey said that he was considering putting in a pulley system across the hole, to which all employees said 'no' to. It was quite dangerous enough, thank you.
A/N --
Quite a short chapter, and I was busy. Life hits you hard. I won't be able to publish at all next week and my original plan of every two days will get thrown out of whack until things cool down. Sorry about the wait and the unfortanate circumstances.