After the doors closed, I moved slightly to my right, pressing my back against the solid elevator wall.
If I had kept my eyes open, the whole of the city would have opened before me as I ascended to the top floor of Jacoby Towers. The car’s three outward facing glass walls offered riders a breath-taking vista of a deep canyon of glass and chrome, cut through by a meandering asphalt river. I was grateful the floor wasn’t transparent.
Panic rose in my throat, not because of the expanding distance below me, but for what was waiting above me.