She had an idea

but then it occurred to her…vodka. “Grab me the vodka, baby,” she insisted, “I want to taste that when you enter me.” Melville grabbed the bottle, handed it to her, and she took a swig. Melville took that as the green light, and prepared to fuck her. As he moved forward, edging into her, Amanda used all of her adrenaline to swing the vodka bottle upwards, connecting with Melville’s head, and knocking him out. He slumped next to her on the bed, ****. That was the second bullet Amanda had dodged tonight.

Getting up from the bed, Amanda stood naked and walked over to Melville’s suit jacket. She thoroughly went through his pockets. There was his cell phone, keys, the stairway sensor control, some things that looked like small throwing darts, and a few bits of paper; nothing of immediate use. She decided she would take his phone and perhaps the maid could help her access it. She began to dress, but remember that Melville had shredded her panties, so she would just have to go with a bra and dress for now. She left Melville’s bedroom, locked the door behind her, grabbed her purse from the couch, and left the entire room altogether. She travelled down the hallway to find the maid’s quarters.