Does she make it unnoticed? Does everything go according to plan?

It goes perfectly

Nicole hit the alarm with one hand, then as the sirens started going off, used the sound to cover her bare feet slamming against the ground as she sprinted back into the bathroom for cover.

She went back into the cubicle and lifted all her clothes up onto the cistern, wincing a little to handle them. Once nothing was visible under the walls and door, she relaxed and waited. She heard the storm of footsteps outside, her heart beating furiously at the sound of all the people that might almost have seen her.

When it was quiet a minute later, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Quickly she slipped off the toilet lid, creeping out into the office. Even deserted, it felt illicit to run past the familiar desks like she was. She crossed her arms, still taking special care to use the camera blind spots.

Assembly points were that way, so she'd go...

She went out a side door, faltering as the outside air hit her exposed skin, then reddened as she hurried a more circuitous path around the building to make it to where her car was parked without passing by any of the other employees. She made it after a worrying, embarrassing few minutes, shaking all the more from how close she'd gotten to being caught.

The drive home was easier at least. Her hands were shaking like mad, but so long as she kept low in her seat then her breasts were out of sight and as far as anyone knew she was just wearing a shoulder-baring top.

When she made it home she collapsed, panting.

And knew that, even if she'd gotten out from work, her problem was far from over. She was still this chosen one, still destined to be nude unless they could do something, which meant...

The doorbell rang. Nicole couldn't help the surprised scream that escaped her lips. Now was not a time for visitors!

She crawled across the floor rather than answer, glancing through the window and hoping she wasn't noticed. Hopefully it was no one important.