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The office was cleaned out. Short of finding a way to tear the rip out a piece of carpet, there was no way to cover herself. She went to the door and peeked out into the hall. The hall was empty. She decided against the elevator because she had no way of knowing if anyone else was on it, so she went to the stairs. She saw she was one floor above her office.

As Rosario descended the stairs, she tried to figure out how she got naked and in the abandon office. She did not feel groggy as if she had been ****. She was not sore as if she had been roughed up. It was just like she was transported from her office to the empty one and had lost her clothes along the way, but that was not possible.

Rosario made it to her floor. The stairwell door had a small glass window. She looked out. The company for which she worked had half the floor, and a men's sports magazine had the other. She saw a couple of men in suits get off the elevator and head to the magazine's doors. She shied away from the door.

Suddenly, Rosario heard voices: "Man, I realize these stairs are good exercise, but I miss the elevator," said a male voice.

"Hey, think of it as a free stairmaster," said another male voice.

"But with no hot chicks in tight shorts working out in front of me," said the first man.

"Oh god, are they coming up here?" thought Rosario. She sprinted back up the stairs towards the empty office. She opened the stairwell door then heard the elevator ding.