Karim
Ace looks back once, but I draw away from the door before he can see me. He pulls the lever for the lift and it starts descending.
Knowing his insistence on always closing the door, he must be paying a very short visit, hence the open door.
I tiptoe across the hall, wondering how I'd use the lift - it screams louder than a truck's horn.
The gear snaps in place loudly, signalling that the lift has reached the bottom.
The only way down would be to slide down the wire.
Just thinking of the risks involved makes me want to turn back and forget about the whole thing.
But, my curiousity clouds my better judgement and I find myself gripping the sturdy wire with my arms and legs.
The friction pulls painfully at the skin of my hands as I descend slowly.
The next problem is; how would I climb back up? I can't risk getting caught - it would only spoil the fragile relationship I have with Ace.
By the time I land on the roof of the lift, I am cursing and swearing indistinctly.
