On Second Thoughts, I'm Going Home

Emily paused with her hand on the door to the locker room. Was she sure about this? Was it really sensible to carry on working, considering she was almost naked?

Maybe the better course of action would be to go home, regroup, then return tomorrow and explain herself to Mr Jackson. He would surely understand, and of course the last thing he would want would be to see his new employee half naked, running around with her boobies jiggling and her bottom on show! No, he definitely wouldn't want to see that! He was a kind and considerate boss, he would understand.

Steeling herself to open the door, Emily had decided: she would go home. But her phone and keys were trapped in the locker; perhaps she should try to sneak into Mr Jackson's office to find a spare key? Or just hope she might find a way to get in to her place?