Ed scanned the directory, encased in glass and covering two wall panels in the huge marble lobby.
Edna spotted the name of their new financial advisor. She watched as Ed pointed to the entry, shaking his head:
MARTIN FINANCIAL, SUITE 1601
Sweat beads formed on Ed’s forehead. Sixteen floors, he thought as he turned toward the elevator. He tried to swallow but his throat was too dry. He eyed the shiny doors but his feet wouldn’t move.
Edna motioned to the right with a simple head nod. Ed looked with a smile of relief.
Up the stairs they went.
This 99-word story is my contribution to the April 6 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a response to an agoraphobic moment."