A strange request

Monica was pumped for this interview. Dressed in her sharpest pantsuit with shiny boots, Monica drove up to the parking lot and got out of her car, pulling the lapels of her jacket together with emphasis to button it and calm her nerves as she walked to the building. Looking at her watch, it was 7:45 - nice and early, just like Mr. Johnson wanted.

She walked up to the building, where Nathan met her in the lobby and shook her hand.

"Mr. Joh-"

"It's 'Nathan'," he interrupted, "and you're Monica, I take it?"

"Yup, that's me!" Monica almost audibly breathed in relief as Nathan led her to the elevator and they got in.

"I read about your paper," Nathan gathered more info for his friend the dean, "tough crowd at college, huh?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe!" Monica relaxed as the elevator went up, touching her chest as she regaled Nathan about the dean's misdeeds.

This continued until the elevator got to the floor and they walked over to Nathan's office, and he sat down behind his desk. Monica dropped her purse to the floor and moved the chair out to sit down before Nathan stopped her.

"You know, Monica," he began, "I know you've probably heard enough about your... graduation incident, but it is a critical part of why you were chosen for the special correspondent role. Before you take a seat, I'd like you to undergo that mental fortitude test we were talking about earlier."

Monica stopped and gulped, the memory of the mention of a "nudist camp" rushing back to her. Little did she know, Nathan had a webcam pointed at her for the dean's viewing pleasure.

"Go on..." Monica's face grew pale as she was dreading what might come next.

"Well, Monica, we think it would be best if you were to disrobe for today's interview. Might as well just take off the jacket, the shirt, the shoes, the underwear, everything."

Monica's left foot turned left and she almost scoffed out of reflex before stopping herself and reminding herself of her precarious finances.

"It would be good to do the interview naked, and maybe you could even tour the facilities," Nathan dropped another bombshell before Monica could even get a word in.

"I don't see anywhere to put my stuff," Monica tried stalling, noticing that Nathan's desk was cluttered with his computer on one side and a pile of documents on the other.

"Ah, no worries, you can just toss 'em on the floor," Nathan pointed at a spot on the office floor a couple of feet from his desk, only five or so feet from the office door and conspicuous from anyone standing in the doorway or even looking through the glass door.

"Great," Monica thought to herself as she looked at the ground before looking back up at the clear open office windows and the great outdoors, "they won't even have anywhere to keep my clothes safe."

"I don't know..." she turned to Nathan.

"Look, Monica, I'll be quite blunt," Nathan's tone lowered, "we have exactly three options here. You can disrobe, I can undress you if that makes you more comfortable, or we can find another candidate for this position. Is that clear?"