He pushed himself off the chair and forced himself to sound casual. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said, shifting in his seat. The receptionist hesitated, clearly watching him closely, then gestured toward the hallway. “Down the hall, second door.” Daniel nodded, standing slowly, trying not to rush. He needed to make this convincing.
As soon as he rounded the corner, he moved fast. Instead of heading to the restroom, he scanned for another way out. A side door near the supply room was unlocked. His breath came faster. The second he stepped outside, cold air hit his face. He had to move quickly.