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Chapter 1: The Cleaner

Teresa's life was pretty shitty.

To put it bluntly the land of opportunity hadn't turned out to be all it was cracked up to be. Ever since paying to illegally cross the border her life had been one measly low wage after another and for the 25 year old Teresa Ramirez and it wasn't looking to turn sunny any time soon.

She was currently employed as a cleaner in the offices of a up and coming health insurance company which took up the entire 46th floor of the new Trump tower (with shiny gold 30 foot nameplate out front). It was an impressive sight, a towering obelisk of white fronted, gold trimmed capitalism. Unfortunately for Teresa it was located on the outskirts of the city and Teresa's rundown one bedroom apartment was smack dab in the inner neighborhoods. She was totally reliant on the one bus that came out this far to make it to and from work or she'd end up having to sleep in the broom closet.

"Fifteen more minutes" she thought, as she pushed her cart through the last row of cubicles, emptying their waste paper baskets.

Halverson, Meryl & Bleach was the name of the maze of office spaces and bulletin boards that represented the newest and hottest names in the insurance market. They were such rising stars they were so far one of the few wealthy enough to afford to rent out a whole floor in the Trump. In fact the price of rent was so high they were the only ones working in the building at all, with the sole exception of the gentleman on the top floor.

The mysterious guest had been the talk of the water cooler recently, having rented out the entire top floor of the building, at a tune of many millions a month. Nobody knew his name or what company he worked for. What made him more mysterious was the fact that despite paying so much for the top floor he seemed to be doing nothing with it. After the first few days of workmen bringing up crates, nothing ever became of 54th floor. It was the office mystery who the mysterious man was. But only Teresa had actually seen him.

It had been as she was leaving late one night to catch her seven o’clock bus. She had ran into a fairly plain, ordinary looking man in simple white shirt and jeans as she was stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor. He had looked painfully suburban and she had wondered what such an ordinary guy was doing in such a garish place. She waited around to see what floor he was going to at that time of night and was stunned when the light ticked all the way up to the top floor. It was another bizarre layer to a strange story.

Not that she had told anyone in the office about her discovery. Being a Mexican woman in the tower of a man running for president on a platform of wanting to deport her south of the border was not an easy situation to live in, but Teresa tried to do it with a smile. No matter how crappy her job had gotten, no matter what hours she was told to work, she kept her head down and stayed positive. She hadn’t even told anyone that today was her birthday.
Teresa unloaded the last garbage can, and left her cart in the broom closet. She collected her things and set off for the elevators, excited to grab the last bus and get home, and enjoy the red velvet cupcakes she had bought herself as a treat in the fridge. As she was leaving she noticed that the corner office of the chief financial officer Mr. Garland had its light still on.

"I must have forgotten to turn it off" she thought. She rushed over, Mr. Garland was the biggest stickler of her performance, and an early riser too. If he noticed a light left on, and she'd never hear the end of it.

As she got closer to the office though she began hearing some strange noises. They sounded to her like very softly spoken words, and in a woman's voice as well. She should never have opened that door, she should have turned around and headed home, had her cupcakes and put it out of her mind. But as even she would have told you later she was very glad she did.

What she found, after opening the door was the not particularly flattering ass of a fifty something year old white male. Pants around his ankles Mr. Garland had someone at least thirty years his junior propped up on his desk. She was a pretty young thing, her wispy blond hair acting like a veil around Mr. Garland's balding head, his face deep in her large and impressive D Cups. She had her long tanned legs wrapped around his waist as she whispered sweet somethings into his ear, as he thrusted forward awkward and sweaty.Teresa stood there stunned for a moment, until she locked eyes with the woman on the desk.

A sudden scream snapped Teresa out of her trance, as she suddenly bolted for the elevators. She tapped the button repeatedly as she watched the elevator slowly rise to her level. Suddenly as she saw the number 42 light up, she realized. She should have just taken the stairs.

A mass of middle aged businessman suddenly tackled her against the wall, bending her wrist at a painful angle. He spun her around as she tried to push away and grabbed her by the throat.

"You little Latina bitch" he shouted at her. She could smell the whisky on his breath. His grip tightened. He was literally actually choking her. She was growing increasingly fearful that he was going to kill her.

"Hey stop it" the young woman yelled walking behind him carrying her shoes. "Don't fucking kill her you idiot, she's a Mexican she won't say shit".

He released his grip as Teresa fell coughing to the floor.

"Now you listen here right. I want you to go and clean my office then your going to get your things and never come back here again. You're fired. Comprende por favor?

Teresa was able to eek out a meager yes, still on her hands and knees trying to catch her breath. She suddenly felt wet warm substance on the back on her head. He had spit on her.
Garland and the girl got into the waiting elevator. As the doors were closing he yelled back at her "You're lucky I don't tell the Donald. He'd have shipped you back to Tijuana".

It took Teresa a few minutes to collect herself. She went back to the broom closet and got her cleaning supplies, getting started on the residue of Mr. Garland's office. She didn't have to do it, she was fired after all, but she didn't feel like awarding herself small victories. She felt defeated, worthless. She finished up just as she watched her bus home drive past. She finally broke down and started to cry. From that 42nd floor office she could see the shining lights of the city beyond, the symbols of success. She wasn't feeling much success tonight.

Chapter 2: The Elevator

Teresa finally got herself together after a while. There was to be no birthday cupcakes for her tonight, nothing but an uncomfortable bed of toilet paper packages. And maybe she thought a candy bar from the vending machine on the first floor. It wasn't exactly red velvet but she thought a Mars bar might do. This kind of positivity had kept her going so far in America and it was going to keep her going tonight.

Getting up off the floor she headed back to the elevators. Her wrist still hurt, she was worried it could turn into something serious. She didn't want to waste time in the next week looking for a new job stuck in the lineup of some walk in clinic with a blindspot for illegals. No she thought don't worry, be happy. She thought about taking the stairs but decided she was going to take the elevator because hey she had earned it.

"Good things come to those who wait" she said aloud to herself like a little positive motto. She noticed however a small crack in the wall from where had been the dummy in Garland's tackling practice. "... and bad things come to those who deserve it" she amended.

Suddenly the elevator doors opened causing Teresa to let out a little gasp. Inside was none other than the mysterious plain clothed stranger from the 52nd floor.

Meanwhile several dozen floors down trouble was brewing. For on those first three floors was several men in black masks were stacking up severals drums with the words highly flammable written on the side. Stacking them neatly around the central column of the building which doubled as the elevator shaft they than laid out a fuse down to the lobby. The Trump Tower had not been the success everyone involved had hoped for, office space was not selling, and its empty shell was proving to be an embarrassment for a certain presidential hopeful. So covertly the decision was made to burn it, and collect on the high rate of insurance it had been built with. As the man in charge of the little unit of arsonists was walking to the team’s large truck his phone began to ring. It was none other than the man of the hour himself.

"Have you got everything ready to go" he bellowed in a loud, croaking voice.

"All ready to burn bossman"

"Great, great and you're sure you didn't leave anything behind? If the media find out about this..."

"We're professionals sir"

"Well that's great. Thanks for doing such a great job. Maybe I'll blame it on Hillary!"

"You do that sir"

The man on the other end of the line hung up. The arsonist was glad he was voting for Bernie.

Teresa at first stood in front of the elevator doors stunned.

The man inside broke the silence "Are you getting on miss?" He was still wearing just a simple
shirt and jeans combo but now was carrying a black briefcase.

At first Teresa was embarrassed to but forced herself on.

"First floor?" he asked.

"Yes" she squeaked out.

The ride at first was fairly quiet and sizably awkward. Feeling she needed to say something, she turned to him. "My name's Teresa."

"Oh hello... mine's Mike" he replied.

“Mike! His name's Mike! she thought in her head. It was a minor piece of trivia but one she was very happy to obtain before leaving behind the building forever. She felt she should return with a pleasantry to find out more.

"Well it's very nice to meet…”

All of sudden she was cut short with a sudden, earsplitting BANG as the bombs exploded on the first few floors. The elevator suddenly shook like crazy and tilted to the side before plummeting downwards scraping along the sides of the shaft. Teresa would have screamed if she wasn't knocked instantly unconscious.

Teresa awoke to the lights of the elevator flashing red. She noticed Mike was standing in the corner his phone raised high above his head as he tried to get a signal.

"Come on. Come on"

"The elevators don't get any kind of signal sorry"

Mike turned around, amazed to hear her voice "Oh you're alive. I was worried you might be bleeding internally or something"

"Not as far as I can tell" she grumbled back. Although now her wrist hurt even worse than ever.

"Oh this is bad, this is real real bad” Mike was pacing back and forth around “Lets see she has an appointment in India, and she's hanging back in Sydney, I haven't heard from her in days"

Teresa was unsure who these women were but also unsure about what exactly had happened.

"So that was an explosion right?"

"I think so, it seems to have and cut the cables of the elevator"

"So why aren't we dead"

"We seem to be wedged awkwardly halfway down the shaft"

"Okay so we just have to wait for the fire department right"

"Well we’re not exactly safe like this, we could slip and fall to our deaths at any point, and that's not even the worst of it. Here feel this" He took her hand and placed it against the metal door of the elevator, they were strangely warm. Fire she realized.

"And it's only getting hotter. So if we don't fall to our deaths were just as likely to cook inside here. Or maybe the whole building might come down"

Mike slumped in the corner defeated, Teresa suddenly grabbed him.

"We have to stay positive here. If we panic we won't have any chance"

"The only chance we could have at this point is if Bombshell or Ultragirl or Orisha show up, and there's no way that can happen"

Teresa found this curious. She had been just as amazed as everyone else in the world as the first superheroes appeared, a trio of sexy super babes with seemingly infinite power, the American goddess Bombshell, the Australian superheroine Ultragirl and the Nigerian warrior Orisha. They were mysterious figures and yet the man in front of her spoke as if he knew them personally.
"Wait what do you mean there's no chance?"

Mike sighed. "Well you see I'm their... manager."

All of a sudden all of the pieces came together in her head.

"That's how you can afford the top floor!"

"Well yes I bought it as a base of operations. but at the moment I've chiefly been using it for costume production"

Teresa was astounded by her amazing luck. She was only one degree of separation away from the most powerful beings ever to walk on planet earth. Than she remembered her current predicament.

"So wait can’t you get one of them to come save us"

"No can do, none of them even know I'm here and they're all on the other side of the planet. And thanks to the walls I can't even get a cell service. Hate to say it but i think we're toast... sorry for the pun".

Teresa slinked back down into the corner. This was it she thought, all her good work had gotten her was a fiery grave inside a building of a man she hated more than anything. At least she got to meet someone kinda famous.

"So do you know how they all get their powers? Was it some kind of military experiment"

Mike smiled, blushing a little. "No actually it was me".

"Really! How’d you do it”.

"Well it’s kind of embarrassing. You see ..." all of sudden Mike stopped mid-sentence. His eyes went wide as he stared directly at her.

"What is it?"

Mike looked at her with an extremely serious look on his face

"I think I know a way out of here"

Teresa's eyes went wide and she burst into a big smile "What!? Really!"

"Yeah I think it’s our only option. But there's a catch."

"What is it?"

Mike looked at her again and sighed.

"You're going to have to have sex with me"