She runs for cover

"Everything is explained on the boxes," Olivia tells him a little testily, hoping that her lack of clothing is a good enough excuse for poor customer service.

He doesn't answer right away, given that he's still too focused on her partially covered cleavage and Olivia takes that as her cue, breaking away and heading into the door to the back room.

Making her way into the back room, Olivia looks up in surprise as she spots the manager standing there with his hands on his hips, one of the other employees - Debra - sat on one of the rest sofas close to tears.

"Did you want something Olivia?" The manager says sounding aggressive. "We were in the middle of a discussion."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Olivia mutters, and finally the manager turns around, looking at her in surprise for a moment, his eyes locked on her cleavage.

"What the fuck is this?" he asks in shock.