The buildings fresh paint job did little to cover up its old age. Johnson almost smiled, the place reminded him of an old lady with to much botox. He shook the thought out of his head as he entered the elevator, it was cramped, with a mirrored ceiling and an atrocious laminate floor that had clearly seen better days. He couldn’t help but find himself looking for the elevator inspection label, he was almost surprised that he couldn’t find it. He pressed down on the number 5 and a loud buzz, as if he had gotten the wrong answer on a game show, startled him. With a series of odd noises, the ancient elevator began to climb up along its shaft, He was sure he had aged a good three years before the doors opened to his destination.