It's a Very Complicated Office

I walk past the security desk in my building on my way out at the end of the day, ignoring the hassle that seems to be taking place, when one of the women arguing with the security guard recognizes me. "Sir?" she calls out. "Can you help me?"

After I realize who she is, and take her upstairs, I have to guide her through the maze that is our floorplan, saying, "They could have let you up - even if you got in, if you weren't supposed to be here, you would have just gotten lost, and we would have found you next week, wandering around, dehydrated, looking for the exit."