Job interview

Patrick had been running late to his job interview but breathed a sigh of relief when he made it into the downtown building with five minutes to spare. Though his mind was focused on the upcoming interview, he couldn't help but spy who he shared the ride with. She had pressed for the floor of a modeling agency; he could easily guess what she did. She wore a white dress shirt with long sleeves and a low neck line. Jean shorts so short that the pockets hung out from the bottom hem, and high heels to further accent her sexy legs. He took her all in for a moment, but as the elevator dinged off floors, he became increasingly nervous about his interview. So nervous and focused that by the time he reached his spot, he hadn't noticed the Great Shift just as the door opened. He walked out into an office now in total chaos. The receptionist seemed at a loss for how to do her job or who she was. A man in a suit ran screamed passed Patrick into the elevator. Patrick's nerves calmed and he thought that maybe this wasn't the job for him. He pressed the down button on the elevator, and that's when he noticed the bright red manicured nails on his hand...