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The hatch opened.

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. The hatch opened

Leo’s first thought was cell phone . Dead. His second thought was panic button . He stabbed it. Nothing. He yelled. His voice didn't echo; it was swallowed by the thick, velvet-lined walls. his tie was askew