225 At the door

*Third POV*

Entering the elevator, pressing the first-floor button, watching the door slowly closing as she watches the empty hallway ahead of her. Hearing the drink as it closes shut, slowly moving down, Anjali goes back and to continues reading the article. 

Her eyes scanned through the sentence she read earlier with concern all over her face. 

"It is also a clear sign that someone is trying to poison you-" reading over the sentence as the reflection of the mirror behind her slowly rises its hand. Not really machine the reflection of Anjali at all as the light above her starts to flicker. 

Turning her gaze over, the light making her freeze all of a sudden, the hands slowly creeping out of the reflection. Trying to reach to touch her shoulder, once again the light starts to flicker more than before.