The liquid inside remained clear, but on a microscopic level, the expensive molecular chains were breaking apart, dying.
...
Pfizer Headquarters.
A panoramic glass elevator was suspended between the fortieth and forty-first floors.
Just a few minutes ago, Pfizer's CEO and several members of the board had been preparing to go to the revolving restaurant on the top floor for lunch.
Now, they were trapped in this transparent iron cage.
The air conditioning stopped.
The afternoon sun beat directly into the glass car, instantly turning it into an experiment in the greenhouse effect.
The temperature was rising rapidly.
"What the hell is going on?"
The CEO, Anderson, tugged at his tie as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He pressed the emergency call button. There was no response.
"Phones? Call security!"
A board member beside him pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen.
"No signal."
The board member's face was pale.
"Looks like the cell towers are down, too."
