Quietly slip into the room

You carefully slip into the office, taking care not to make a sound. You stand just beside the doorway, beside a coat rack.

Oblivious to your presence, the person finishes rummaging in the drawer and sits up, picking up the glass.

It's a young dark haired woman, no one you've ever seen before. She picks up the glass and drains the glass, then pours another finger of whiskey out of the bottle. She turns to look in another drawer and sees you standing in the office. She freezes as she sees you, then stands, her eyes darting around the room.

"Can I help you?" you ask politely.

"I'm just...I'm with the cleaners," she says with an anxious look at you.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"I'm new. I just started. It's my first day," she answers, still looking nervous but trying to smile. "I was just putting stuff away in here."

"Yes, I see you were putting away the bourbon," you say sardonically. She blushes nervously, her eyes widening with alarm.

"Um, it was just out here, and I didn't want to pour it back in the bottle because...because that isn't a good idea...and..." she babbles at you, her eyes darting around the room. You smile coldly at her, watching her starting to panic.

"And you thought you'd see what you could steal," you finish for her. She bolts to her feet, really scared now. You can see that she's a slender girl of no more than 20, with dark hair falling in loose curls around an elfin face. She's wearing skin tight jeans with fashionable rips in them, a long sleeved black t-shirt and a pair of little black slipper shoes.

"No! It's not like that!" she protests, stepping around the desk and moving towards you and the door, her eyes flickering towards the only escape route.

"It looks exactly like that," you sneer.

"No! I'm not a thief!" she shouts, shaking her head in denial, her hair falling about her pretty face. She takes another step, then suddenly bolts towards the door.