"You can head back. I'm not intoxicated."

She had indeed imbibed some alcohol but was far from being inebriated.

Observing that she could still maintain her balance, her assistant nodded and departed first.

Leaning against the elevator wall, Alexis awaited its arrival. With a "ding," the doors parted, and she glanced up.

Leonel stood by her door, clad in a black leisure jacket, clutching an insulated food container, his demeanor implying he had waited there for an extended period.