Catherine

"Of course, Mr Greene," Catherine and Chloe said together, quickly getting up from their desks. The walk to Mr Greene's office was a short one - too short, in both women's considered opinion.

Chloe was the one to close the door to Mr Greene's office, and a moment later, the two of them practically stood at attention in front of their supervisor.

Mr Greene sighed as he sat down behind his desk. He turned his computer screen around so Catherine could see.

"The Huapaya case?" Catherine asked.

"You did excellent work, and Mr Huapaya is quite happy with the services we've rendered to him. Just one small issue, concerning the fees."

Chloe was the one to spot the issue first. "... missed a digit."

"Indeed. The error is in Mr Huapaya's favour, so we haven't lost a customer, but it also wasn't spotted until Mr Huapaya noticed it himself."

Catherine winced. That'd cost them... a lot of money. About a year's wages for her and Chloe combined.

"As it turns out, Mr Huapaya is a man of honour, and has decided to pay the sum we should have billed him with in the first place, in exchange for particularly preferential services in the future, which you can probably imagine I'm fully inclined to render for him."

Catherine gulped. "That's... good. But... it's still my mistake."

"Correct." Mr Greene looked at the two of them. "You're doing a remarkably good job for a woman, Catherine. That's why I gave Chloe to you - that, and if I gave her two a man, she'd never get any work done."

Chloe started to giggle, but stopped as soon as Mr Greene shot her a disapproving glance.

"But this kind of error is unacceptable and needs to be sanctioned."

Catherine nodded. "I understand, Sir. Thank you for explaining the matter to me." It certainly wasn't something men usually did when disciplining women - the order sufficed. Not for the first time, Catherine considered herself happy to be working for Fairfield Financials. Even if she knew fully well that it'd soon become a rather painful experience.

Mr Greene stood up from behind his desk. "Very well. Strip. You'll leave your clothes here, you won't need them again until work ends."