“Deus damnat stupri vinum utrem!”

You managed to hear Emily yell from her office. She always left the door cracked as a way to show anyone could walk in to talk, but she must have forgotten to close it. You made your way over from your desk and knocked on the door as you nudged it open to see if she was ok, seeing the bottles of wine on the desk, one empty and one with a cork remover in it and Emily leaning back in her office chair looking extremely frustrated.