He left his presentation folders and his red ledger strewn across the oak table.

He didn’t look back as he ran for the elevators.

The elevator doors opened on the ground-floor lobby.

Michael ran past the security desk.

The guard stood up, but Michael kept going.

He shoved through the revolving glass doors.

The afternoon air hit him with a sharp, cold sting.

He ran across the gray asphalt of the employee lot.