Leo looked up.
But Leo was late. His phone battery was dead, his tie was askew, and his prospects for the Acme Corp account were dwindling by the second. The stairs were twelve floors of pure spite. The elevator, however, was right there. The doors were slightly ajar, the interior light a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Leo looked up
The emergency hatch had a thin line of light around it. That light was now being broken by a shadow—something moving, blocking it piece by piece. his tie was askew