Jen found the closet to only contain skimpy outfits, swimsuits and lingerie. All of it left little to the imagination and none seemed to cover her adequately. Jen started screaming, causing Clarissa to run into the small closet behind her.
“Jen! Jen calm down… I know you’re nervous, but we all have to perform at our very best today. Matthews counting on you to do this one”
The naked girl spun round, “Claire, where are the clothes I was wearing when I came into the office this morning?!”
Clarissa looked around before pointing to a black transparent negligee and a pair of high heels that had been placed in the corner of the small room. There was no sign of any other garments. Jen picked up the lacy material and held it up, it was completely see-through.
“What about panties? Bra? My skirt? My blouse?!”
“Jen I don’t think we have any of those for you…” Clarissa stopped. “Are you ok to do this presentation or not?”
Jen was still staring in disbelief at the garment In front of her, something had changed and now she was in a reality where she only wore things like…this…
“Clarissa what’s my position here?” Jen asked her throat dry in panic.
“Oh come on Jen! We don’t have time for this…”
“I’m having difficulty remembering things clearly” Jen asked again, more forcefully. “What’s my position in this company, I want to know everything.”
“Er… Ok Jen… Well you’re a partner like me and Matthew, but when we took on that case regarding G. Smithson’s challenge of the human rights bill… remember? We argued that it was a citizen’s right to give up their human rights.”
Jen lent against the wall in the tiny room and dropped to her haunches, Clarissa followed her down.