She doesn't make it in time

Dana started moving as soon as the guard gave her the go. She was running as fast as her heels would allow, while the last threads of her shirt evaporated into nothingness.

Unfortunately for her, her heels did not cooperate with her. She twisted her ankle as she fell down, only a few steps separating her from her blazer. As she felt the sharp pain of the ankle twist, she also felt the last threads of her shirt evaporate into nothingness.

She was on the ground, stomach first. The cool marble floor was in direct contact with her upper body, and she was a little shellshocked. People would definitely notice a woman falling down. What would she do when someone came to help her, and saw her in this topless state? Security would get involved, and any chance she would have had at the interview would be ruined. She couldn't think of anything as she laid there, paralyzed by fear.

Her mind was snapped back to reality as she heard a voice say "Let me help you up, ma'am." She was surprised and relieved when it was followed by the feeling of her blazer being draped over her back. She looked up and it was the janitor she had noticed before.

She got up gingerly with his help. As she quickly put her arms through the sleeves, the janitor continued watching the show, transfixed at her chest. Normally, she would have told him off, but right now, she was very grateful for his silence. I guess this is his reward, she thought. When she was done fastening the buttons, she stammered a grateful "Thanks", as he winked at her before handing her purse to her and walking away.

Nobody else had seemed to react, and Dana thanked the heavens for this stroke of luck. Or maybe she should be thanking the hells? She wasn't sure.

Before anyone else came to help her, she started walking towards the reception.