The 13th Floor

The elevator lurched to a stop and the overhead lights flickered. Dale cursed, concerned that he was now going to be late for his interview. He looked at his phone, hoping to call his prospective employer, but the iPhone was as dead as the elevator.

Dale reached to push the emergency button, but before he could, the doors slid open. “13th Floor,” a cheery robotic announced. Figuring he would take the stairs to his appointment, he stepped out into the cavernous, unfinished space.

His phone pinged as the door closed. Dale checked the message, which simply read, “Test Passed. Hired.”