I readied myself for the impending confrontation, and as I swung the door open, I received one of the greatest shocks since this quest began.
As I swung the door open and aimed the gun, my surprise was palpable when I saw Ms. Taylor standing there, swaying slightly on her feet, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol.
I hid the gun with lightning fast precision, and I hoped she didn't see it.
Her usually composed demeanor was replaced by a disheveled appearance, her hair tousled and her clothes wrinkled.
Her words slurred slightly as she tried to speak, her eyes glazed over with intoxication. It was clear that she was in a drunken state, and her usual professionalism was overshadowed by the effects of alcohol.
I pulled her into the room and quickly glanced around the corridor to ensure we weren't being followed.
After confirming that it was clear, I returned to the room and locked the door behind us.
