Three men, one blonde secretary, a jammed up elevator, and a series of ghastly, deadly farts.
What could possibly go wrong?
Intended for mature (and not so mature) audiences. Approximately 3,600 words.
"You can't be serious," Barton Rinway lowered his Monday paper. "Well, it wasn't me." He shrugged and began reading again.
There was another floof, followed by the collective groan of the other three passengers in the elevator.
"If it was me, I'd have to be a world class ventriloquist—out of my ass! Clearly the sound came from the opposite side of the elevator." He gave an evil eye to the young, blonde receptionist who had recently started working at Rincon Enterprises a few weeks before. Maybeleine, he thought her name was.
"You aren't seriously going to blame me, are you?" Maybeliene glanced at the three men in the elevator.
"Well, who else could it be? Oh dear…" Barton fanned the stench away with his newspaper.