At a major corporation as a Junior Executive

Mackenzie walked down the hall of her former office with her head held high. She was dressed a white blouse with a black jacket, pants, and heels. Her hair was tied back with a bun. She looked like the epitome of professionalism. After 5 years of working her butt off in a cubicle she had finally done it. She had gotten the promotion to junior executive at Emperic aNalysis Firm one of the biggest up and coming Marketing companies on the planet. Now if she played her cards right Mackenzie would make full executive pretty soon.

"Mr. Rook?" Mackenzie said as she walked into the office of the floor supervisor.

Mackenz- I mean Ms. Fairbairn it's good to see you again.... Ma'am." Mr. Rook said. He was clearly nervous and had every right to be. Henry Rook was a balding middle-aged man who Mackenzie thoroughly hated. He was always too familiar, calling Mackenzie by her first name and taking a personal interest in her work as an excuse to come see. It never reached the level of sexual harassment or anything, but Mackenzie knew why he wanted to be so close.

"I can't say I feel the same," Mackenzie said coldly. Rook squirmed behind his desk terrified of what the now promoted Mackenzie would do to him. Mackenzie however held an air of complete professionalism not wanting Rook to know how much she enjoyed this. "Do you have the efficiency reports ready?"

"Umm, yes they're right here," Rook said reaching into his desk. "I'm sure you'll find everything up to code."

"We'll see," Mackenzie said with doubt in her voice. She grabbed the files and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her. Rook slumped back into his chair praying he would still have his job the next day. Meanwhile outside Mackenzie was unable to hide her smile any longer. Seeing Rook's scared expression was so satisfying. It's just what that pervert deserved.

You see during the hiring process; Rook had looked far enough into Mackenzie's past to uncover her history of wardrobe malfunctions and accidently exhibitionism. Most people would have seen that as a red flag and considered Mackenzie unhirable, but not Rook. He hired her immediately and gave her a cubicle close to his office. Mackenzie remembered a few times Rook "randomly" dropped by her cube to see how she was. He would eye up her body from top to bottom and leave disappointed when he realized she was still fully dressed.

"Don't worry Rook," Mackenzie laughed to herself outside his office. "I won't kick you out. That can be your consolation prize."

Rook may have dreamed of having Mackenzie streak naked across his office after an accident, but it had never happened. Neither Rook nor anyone at the company had seen her naked. Not because she had stopped having naked misadventures, those still occurred periodically in her home and private life, Mackenzie had simply managed to keep herself mostly dressed through hard work and good luck. This was a good job and she'd do anything to keep it so if one of her 'incidents' occurred while on the clock she would keep her calm, try to keep it from getting worse and get herself covered. It was a bit nerve-wracking, but it paid off. Work was one of the few places where no one had seen Mackenzie naked, and she wanted to keep it that way.