That had never happened to Gretchen before. Usually it was her leaving, not her getting accidentally (it had better have been accidentally, or Gretchen was going to be very upset) kneed in the face after going down on some woman. Wiping her mouth off, Gretchen slid out from under the table and, without bothering to straighten her twisted and hiked up clothes or fix her tangled hair, she turned on the spot apparating up to the office, where she hoped to Salazar Trevor was.
Thankfully he was, with a few other people, whom she pointed at and barked to get out. "Trevor," she said, flicking her wand at the door to lock it after their employees tumbled out.