You Peek In.

You peek through the crack in the door, and see Rebecca hunched over her desk. Her dark hair is hanging loose around her head and her bun was messy, instead of neatly pulled back into a tightly wrapped bun. From your angle, you can see her tanned C cups down her hanging cream colored blouse. She straightened up as the music crescendos, showing that she has a tumbler of dark liquid in her hand. She raises it to her lips and you notice the bottle of whiskey in the half-opened file cabinet drawer behind her. You realize that she’s been drinking, and your company has a strict no drinking policy.