Duck into a dingy-looking door

Discretion is the better part of valor.

That expression got passed around a lot at your last few jobs but it takes on a whole other level of importance when you hear a door opening somewhere below you. You double back and stop at a door that looks like it doesn't get much use.

Your fear has you keyed up and you're ready to sprint back into the stairwell if need be as you push on the handle. The door barely moves. It's not locked, it just seems to be stuck shut. Everything else in this place looks brand new but this door looks ancient. Now that you're really looking it sticks out like a sore thumb.

A sound elsewhere in the stairwell encourages you to get over the age of the door. You throw your shoulder into it and it reluctantly cracks open, spilling you into a dark hallway.

The floor is covered in some kind of fluffy carpet and you very nearly don't get up as the door creaks shut behind you. It takes a moment but you are able to stagger to your feet, despite how comfy the carpet feels. You're not sure what you were expecting but the pungent smell and hazy air suddenly brought you back to your early college years. The impression is not helped by the lanky man spread-eagled on a bean bag in the corner.

Despite your tumultuous entrance, he barely cracks an eyelid at you, "Sup dude."

You stare at him incredulously, voicing the only thought that came to mind, "This is a corporate building, what're you...?"

His eye closes but you get the feeling they rolled behind the lids, "Yeah yeah man, I know, trust me. The girls upstairs won't get off my dick about it-" He sniggers, "And not in the good way."

He shifts in a way that might indicate he was trying to get up. He doesn't.

He sighs after a moment, settling back into the beanbag, "Buuuut y'can't have one sin without inviting the rest. Wouldn't've come if I had a choice but my boss was a real hardass about this one. Fuckin politics amiright?"

You stare at the man for a minute before shaking your head disbelievingly. He didn't seem like a threat and you had more important things to deal with.

The room you're in has little more than a desk, television, and the bean bag. You turn your head to examine the doors to your right and nearly fall over as the room spins wildly.

"Jesus... the hell are you smoking?"

The man chortles again, "Good shit man. There's some more on the desk if you want. Actually, would you mind grabbing me some more? I ran out like... forever ago."

You want to dismiss him out of hand but if you were being honest with yourself, and considering the day you've had, you're putting way more thought into accepting his offer than you'd like to admit.

Whatever made the smoke it was stronger than anything you'd ever tried, the whole room swam before your eyes, "Can't, I'm being chased."

He blows air out through his lips, "Pft, man don't worry about that. They're not comin' in here. Nobody comes in here. Just have a seat and chill..." He perked up after a moment, "But not before you grab me another blunt."