The decision

The clock hands gradually eased their pressure as much as possible but did not scratch with their ticks that universal silence that enveloped the elevator and those inside it. The manager kept looking back and forth at his wristwatch, which had reached one thirty after midnight! His right hand tried at irregular intervals to press the elevator buttons, and apart from that, his fingertips were in a struggle with each other, then moved nervously and involuntarily to his ear, to the protruding beads under his lip, to his chin, to his head, then sank into his pocket to count the coins inside! Tense moments, experienced by a group of employees of different ranks, prisoners of the elevator room. 367 pages