It Gets Worse

Oh no!!!!

The guard turned around and her hand grabbed onto the side of it to close it. In doing so she'd coincidentally grabbed onto my open shirt and was pulling it open as she pulled the door closed.

No!!!!

My shirt's last button gave way and shot off somewhere, leaving me with my chest now exposed. The door closed and the guard began walking away muttering to herself.

Oh god, this is terrible! What can I do now?!

As If by dumb luck I turned my head in anger and caught a glimpse of something mounted to the wall of the stairwell.

A floor map! Well, that's a start...

Scanning every room on this floor I saw one marked 'Laundry'.

Laundry?! A laundry means they'll have clothes there!! I'm saved!

I peaked my head out of the door once again.

I've just got to make it there unseen. Well here goes...

I entered the empty corridor. I rested myself with my back to the wall, giving my ass much-needed cover, one hand held my shirt shut while the other kept me steady on the wall as I crept through the corridor. Some of the doors in this corridor had numbers and others simply had names, I remembered reading somewhere that this building actually shared two companies, one the women's clothing company I'd applied for, the other some sort of science and research company. Up ahead I saw the door to a room marked laundry who knew which company this room belonged to.

So far soo good.

I reached for the door handle and pulled. Nothing happened. I turned myself with my ass facing out into the corridor to pull harder and yet still nothing.

Locked!!? It can't be! No!!!

OHMIGOD! What the hell am I going to do now? I'm doomed! DOOMED!! I'm going to be found sooner or later.

Defeated I turned back around to cover my ass, and I leaned against the door. It opened inwards and I fell to the floor with a thud.