"It's fine," he mumbled to himself, glancing around for a camera. All he needed was for that asshat at the front desk to come on over a speaker and make fun of him. Even so, he felt the panic rising from the pit of his stomach to settle into his chest. His breaths came faster. His arms tucked closer.
"Elevators stop all the time. It's nothing."
Something, however, sent chills through his hand, up his arms, and into his shoulders. He huffed a breath, disguising it with a cough shortly after. There was no one in this elevator. Just him. "It's fine," he repeated. "Everything is fine."