No, Mackenzie is kicked out naked

"I hope you've learned a lesson about keeping a better eye on your belongings," the receptionist said as she pulled Mackenzie to her feet and began ushering her towards the front door.

"Wait, please!" Mackenzie begged, growing more **** by the second. "Can I borrow a robe? A towel?!" Her bare feet found no purchase on the smooth tiles as she was shoved closer and closer to the glass doors at the front of the building.

"Sorry, we don't let customers take company property home with them!" she said with a faux-cheery tone. The employee opened the door.

"At least let me call a friend to pick me up or something!" Mackenzie cried as she was shoved outside. She could feel the rough sidewalk under her feet and it sent her mind reeling.

"Thanks for coming!" the receptionist said as she quickly pulled the door shut behind the redhead. She swiftly locked it before Mackenzie could even try pushing it open again. "We hope to see you again soon!"

The woman turned away and strode back towards her desk, running into her boss not soon after.

"Oh hey, did that poor woman's stuff ever get found?" the manager asked.

"Nope, too bad for her," the receptionist said shortly.

"Is she still here?" the boss asked. "I can give her a ride home, poor thing."

"Uh... she just left! A friend came and picked her up," the woman lied.

"Oh, that's good. You lent her a robe, I hope."

"Of course!" she lied again. "Least we could do, right?"

Meanwhile, back at the entrance, Mackenzie gave the door a few futile pushes before the reality began sinking in for her. She was stuck, stark naked, in the middle of town. It was around 8PM, dim but not quite dark out, and Mackenzie was at least 10 miles from home. She gazed forlornly at her nearby parked car, which was locked and unable to offer her any assistance in her time of need. The sidewalk was deserted... for the moment. A car drove past, honking loudly and shocking Mackenzie back to her senses. Then, the naked redhead started running.