(subplot) Adjusting

Even for someone expertly trained to deal with unexpected and highly challenging situations Chantelle took a moment to gather herself. If all eyes had been on her when she entered the cafe as a strikingly beautiful woman of authority they were certainly on her now. It would usually take a guy several dates to see her naked and here she was on display for anyone who happened to be there to see without spending a dime.

"Get back to your drinks, there's nothing to see here!" Agent Lewis ordered but without any clothes she automatically lost any sense of authority.

"I'd strongly disagree with that" some wise ass quipped as he continued to ogle her.

Chantelle picked up her purse from the table and badge and gun from the floor and beat a hasty retreat to her car. Thankfully it was parked outside and the windows were tinted. She took a moment to compose herself after shutting herself into relative safety from the eyes of the public. Everything felt different naked, the air-con, the leather against her skin, the pedals on her bare feet. Chantelle was about as intelligent and logical as anyone could be but she had no explanation for what had just happened. She checked her banking app again.

Balance: 1,002,344.56

Carl had been as good as his word. Chantelle was a millionaire! But at what cost? Right now she wasn't sure she had made the right call here. She would drive home and surely things would feel better once she threw her PJs on and poured herself a glass of wine to celebrate her new found wealth.

Having completed her journey home, Chantelle had to wait nearly half an hour until the coast was clear. She was able to run from her car to the front door of her apartment building and make it into her apartment without being seen. Chantelle let out a laugh at how crazy her day had been. (Okay so a few strangers had seen me naked but I have a million dollars in the bank. Being naked on the job will take some getting used to, but if I was around a bunch of other naked women halfway across the country it won’t be that bad.) However, walking around her hometown naked was a different matter altogether.

Chantelle walked to her bedroom and took her cute, pink PJs from their drawer. They were her go-to when she had a testing day and just wanted to feel girly, eat ice cream and watch a rom-com. She could afford as much Ben and Jerry's Caramel Chew Chew as she could ever possibly want to eat now.

Chantelle pulled on her PJ trousers first and let out a gasp of horror as they disappeared. She then put on the top and that was gone too. She tried two pairs of panties, a t shirt, a cushion. Anything she tried to cover herself with vanished.

"Motherfucker!"

Just like the contract had said she was now unable to not be naked. Chantelle applied all the techniques she had mastered over the years to remain calm and think rationally. She would leave her apartment before anyone was up tomorrow morning and drive straight to Salt Lake City. Nobody in Baton Rouge would need to see her naked, save for maybe a gas attendant. There was just one loose end to tie up. She had worked too hard to just walk out on the Bureau. She needed to arrange a break with her boss Ted. He was a good guy and he liked her. She was pretty sure she could talk him around.

"Hey, my number one agent, what can I do for you?" Ted answered cheerily,

Chantelle went on to explain about another job opportunity, without going into too much detail, but that she wanted to come back when it was done. She waited nervously as her boss paused before responding.

"You know, I hate to see you go kid, even if it ain't permanent. But you deserve better than me standing in your way after all your work. I can't say I'm happy to do it but I'll sign you off for as long as you need."

"Thank you so much Ted! I won't forget it!" Chantelle smiled with relief.

"So we'll call tomorrow your last day"

"No, wait, I can't work tomorrow!" Chantelle was trying hard to keep calm at this suggestion.

"I need you to! You got shit I need you to shut down, handover and all that before you go"

"But sir please, I really can't.."

"Look kid, do you know how much I am sticking my neck out with my bosses here giving you this? I'm asking for one lousy day. I can't even sign your exit forms if you ain’t present. So you'll be here all day tomorrow right?"

"Yes sir…" Chantelle sighed as she put down the phone.