More mishaps

Jennifer squirmed in her chair again, every couple of seconds feeling the need to adjust, never entirely comfortable with the amount of bare skin against the chair, nor the feeling of the air against her legs, especially when she was trying to carry on a conversation,

Understandably distracted, she glanced over her notes.

"Okay, concerning taste in friends aside, you're definitely in the clear," Jennifer said. "Clear over-reach on their parts."

"Do we have to do anything?" Shang-Chi said.

"We'll take a statement on your way out, that should be it," Jennifer said. "I'll-"

She paused. Normally she'd guide clients down the hallway - she wriggled again, hand reaching down to the chair to help herself adjust. This was not something she wanted to worry about at work.

"Um, I mean, I'll ask my paralegal to take you to sign a couple of basic things, and repeat most of what you told me," Jennifer said. "Just a formality. That should be it."

"Excellent," Shang-Chi said, grateful. "I think that was everything."

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. These meetings really felt like they were dragging on too long. She shifted again, unable to keep from fidgeting.

There was a splintering sound. For a moment, Jennifer realised that maybe wriggling with hulk-strength wasn't the best thing to do, as her chair suddenly splintered below her. The back snapped, and the legs broke, bouncing off her gamma-enhanced skin as she flailed and fell back, landing on a cushion with the wheels on the bottom of the chair skittering forwards.

"Oh my god!" Katy yelped.

Both of them stood up as they saw Jen fall, looking down over the desk - and catching a glimpse of Jennifer's state of undress. Jennifer's eyes widened, and she scrambled, first hastily moving her hands in front of her core, too-late hiding the patch of dark hair, and then sitting up and snatching a contract from the table and trying to keep some shred of modesty behind some legalese.

Shang-Chi blinked.

"Oh my god," Katy said, again. She paused. "Working bottomless. I mean, I can respect it."

Shang-Chi glanced sideways at her. Katy shrugged.

"What? We've all done it," Katy said.

"Katy. No," he said.

"We do not need to talk about this!" Jennifer said quickly, face flushing a slightly darker shade of green.

Scrabbling slightly, Jen sat up, bare legs bent, then crossing one against the other. She looked from side to side at the shattered remains of her office chair, then up at her clients, for a moment genuinely lost for words.

Typically work meetings didn't end with flashing her- well, anything. She looked awkwardly over her desk, not wanting to stand.

"You look good," Katy said, eventually. She offered a thumbs-up; Shang-Chi grimaced.

"Sorry about her," Shang-Chi said. He blinked. "Wait, were you working without-"

"No!" Jennifer said indignantly.

"Is everything okay in here?"

Someone stuck their head around Jen's door, no doubt attracted by the crashing sound when her chair has broken. Her eyes went wide, and she made extra-sure to snatch her foot back behind her desk, all the more paranoid of someone catching a glimpse.

She sent a silent, pleading look towards Katy and Shang-Chi to not say anything.

"All good!" Jennifer said awkwardly. "Chair issues, I can figure it out."

"You're sure?"

"Yes! Don't come in!" Jennifer said, a bit too hastily.

"Oh, yeah," Katy said. "She's just a bit-"

"We can help," Shang-Chi said, smoothly taking over for Katy. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief.

Jen fidgeted, waiting for her too-helpful work-colleague to draw back from the door. Then she moved into a crouch, standing with her knees very much bent, keeping the desk level with her weight and moving close enough to her desk to slide her knees beneath it, contract still covering her core.

Okay, she was technically mooning her window. No one was looking, she told herself. Never mind she probably had the most recogniseable butt in the building and there'd be no denying it was her if someone did see, no one was going to look. She took a deep breath.

"So, er," Jennifer said. "If it's okay, I think I've got enough to work on with your case. So you can go now. Please."

"Er. Right," Shang-Chi said.

"Really?" Katy said, disappointed.

"I think she'd rather be leftto... whatever she's doing," Shang-Chi said.

Jennifer's face went hot. Still, she wasn't sure what else she could say in response beyond look at them and hope they turned around quickly.

She side-stepped carefully as they did, keeping her desk firmly between herself and the door. Then, as they left, she grimaced - she should've asked them to slide their chairs closer. They might not be office chairs, but they were definitely better than sitting on the floor or standing up as she was.

Jennifer glanced over the office, then out past the glass wall to the rest of the floor; well-dressed lawyers were constantly cycling back and forth, most hopefully too focused on their duties to spot the half-naked giant green woman nervously crouching in her office.

There was no way to grab a chair without going out into the open. Jennifer swallowed, and reserved to just be quick.

She looked out the glass wall again, realising she couldn't linger where she was for too long without drawing more attention than she wanted. Quickly, nervously, she darted forwards, her lower body exposed in all its glory for a scant few seconds as she darted behind one of the guest chairs. Then, keeping her core behind it, she picked it up and slid sideways.

Don't turn around, she told herself. She didn't even want to think about the view out the window behind her; she could almost feel the sunlight on her butt.

She batted the remains of her old office chair aside, sitting down as quickly as she could once she was in place. She did her best to straighten her shirt and suit jacket, trying to seem as all-business as she could, from the waist-up anyway.

No bra, no panties, no pants. What the hell was happening?!

Fumbling a little, Jennifer glanced at her messages, hoping Nikki would reply soon. She couldn't go out as she was to get more clothes, and she couldn't think of anyone else in the building that she was comfortable even hinting that she might need to change clothes to.

So long as things got better before the next appointment of her jam-packed day...

"Day from hell, huh?" Pug said. Nikki glanced up from her desk.

"Tell me about it," Nikki said. "I swear, there are way too many people coming by. Lot of things to sort through."

"Huh? No, not that," Pug said. "Ordered my favourite sandwich from the cafeteria, and look. Wasted it."

He pouted. Nikki's gaze drifted down, to a ketchup-and-mustard coloured splash on his shirt. Less than sympathetic, Nikki sighed.

"You should change before Holden sees you," Nikki said. "You have a spare shirt?"

"It's my sandwich I was worried about," Pug said. He sighed. "But sure. I'll change."

Muttering to himself, he wandered off. Buried below several layers of files, both missed the summoning stone sparkle at the word 'shirt.'