It isn't but the span of a few moments, that finds Dillon back up on the Nox' public floor. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled down and the cuffs straightened to align with his jacket. The shirt's collar is still being tugged from under the press of the blazer's lapels as he slips out around the couches, toward a bar.
Whether it's there, or the interim space, the Gangrel Reeve stops the first employee that gets within range to inquire "Have you seen Nika around?"
She is an adept manager, after all. And there's no guarantee that she's going to confide herself to an office all night.