Late in the evening, you are entering the office. Dripping wet, you hurry toward the elevators as the squeaking of your black boots fill the hall. The elevator doors open . . .ding. . . you hear nothing but the sound of your breathing. Airing a dark over-sized coat just sticks out their hands right before the doors shut close. As the lift moves up, from time to time you catch a glimpse of the person’s face through the elevator’s mirrored walls. A dark coughing mask with a black rose design covers their mouth: Deep black eyes stare back at you. A few seconds passed, yellow lights start flickering, as the lift begins to slow down -- your heartbeat rises. Then you realize where and what in the business world am I reading? For pumpkin’s sake, it’s Halloween!