Ananya stepped into the elevator and could immediately smell the pan masala stink that was permeating the lift. Pan masala acted like a deodorant for the pot-bellied man who shared with her the small steel box. She tried not to gaze at him and made some movements with her nostrils to show her disapproval. The man merely looked at her with the corner of his eyes and ignored her looking blankly at the ceiling. Thankfully for her the door opened at her floor and she moved out hurriedly to her office. She was clearly not in the best of her