The Elevator Forty-Sixth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused    trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to    put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted    to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an    elevator waiting to see who would get in.

When Christian left for work that morning, he was an executive at a downtown firm.  When Natalie, his wife, found him later that day, he was mopping on the 46th floor.   She waited until they were in the privacy of the elevator to confront him.

"What are you wearing?"

Christian was well trained, he knew better than to not have a smile on his face while addressing a resident of where he worked.  "Senora, dis is 'como se llama' mi uniform," Christian told his new in a Hispanic accent.  Before today, Christian never spoke a word of Spanish in his life.

Natalie stood with her arms crossed, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "You're uniform?"  It didn't register to her, that Christian had called her 'Senora' instead of Natalie.

"Si."

"You're not a goddamn maid!"

"Don't blaspheme."  Christian knew he shouldn't correct the residents, but he couldn't help himself, he had become devout.

"What has gotten into you?"

"Nada."

"Are you playing a joke?  This is not funny!"

"Senora por favor, yo got to 'como se llama'...get back to trabajo...work."

Natalie didn't know what to think.  Christian didn't seem to be joking.  When they got back to their apartment, she would call her mother and ask her what to do.  She knew she had to call a doctor, but she was afraid to do so.

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