You continue on the hunt.

You get to the first floor, but some instinct tells you they are not here. You continue up, and sure enough you hear their muffled voices and the sound of buttons being pressed.
"The code's not working!" Martin hisses.
"Well are you sure you've got it right?!" Juliet, his girlfriend, looks up from her phone.
"Yes of course! We were here just the other day!" He responds, angrily.
You peek up the last flight of stairs to see them, making sure not to reveal yourself. They are huddled down the end of the short corridor which leads to the roof. Martin is trying frantically to open the door, but the keypad doesn't seem to be working. He is a lanky pale man wearing standard finance business uniform. He is not entirely unattractive, you are sure, but he is way out of Juliet's league, who is berating his poor memory and trying desperately to use her phone to call for help. She is from South America you seem to remember vaguely. Her skin is a warm brown colour, and very smooth. She is also well endowed, her hips sticking out a generous distance under her narrow waist. Her breasts are large, giving her a perfect hourglass form. Today she is wearing her black hair tied back, with a cute fringe hanging over her strong brows. Her eyes are deep hazelnut brown, and her lips are painted blood red. She's wearing a burgundy tunic, which fits snugly around her breasts and waist, but is loose over her ass and crotch. Under that she is wearing tight jeans which show off her curvy legs. It is time.