Some bad news

Once everyone had cleared out of the room, Chief began to speak. "Look, Valerie, you're one of my best field operatives. No matter what the mission, you get it done. I've known I can count on you since the day you joined this organization..."

Valerie followed along, happy to hear her boss acknowledging her contributions. However, in her experience, a sweet start like this usually meant something sour was about to come.

Chief continued, "Now, look, I know it's part of the job - agents are bound to lose some equipment in the field now and then." Valerie blushed, adjusting her hands to better cover her private parts. "But the suit that you lost today was prototype tech. It cost the org a lot of money, and the higher ups aren't pleased that it was completely destroyed-"

"Leaving me naked in the middle of the mission!", she complained, interrupting Chief. "I don't think it's entirely my-"

"I know. Look, I'm trying my best to shield you from the fallout, but the current budget cuts make it difficult. Please understand, I'm trying my best here." Chief responded sincerely.

Valerie knew when to back away from an argument, especially one with her boss. "I understand, Chief. It's okay, however. I can reimburse the org for damages once I get my accounts, and my bonus for completing the mission."

"About that..." Chief replied, bringing up a balance sheet on his screen. "I don't think you understand. The suit tech cost way more than the painting you retrieved. There is no bonus, and you currently owe the org a lot of money."

Valerie scanned the red numbers on the screen, and gulped. She was on the hook for a mind boggling sum - she doubted she could pay it with an year's worth of pay, let alone one mission. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"B-but, Chief, you don't understand-I need the money. I need to buy clothes.." she stammered, her voice quaking.

"Look, don't worry," came the reply, as Chief brought up a post on the org's internal corporate network. "I asked everyone in the organization to donate some clothes to you." She looked at the post in question, which had a rather upbeat tone: __

Do you have some clothes to spare? Agent Valerie needs your help!
Please leave your donations in the box marked "Valerie's clothes" outside Iris's office, Floor 5 in the central building.
Your kindness matters! Sincerely, Chief.

The post was accompanied by a recent photo of her - very recent, in fact, for it was taken while she was on her way to the briefing. It showed her trying desperately to hide her naked body behind the painting. The post already had several reactions and comments, although Valerie didn't dare to ask Chief to start reading them.

"See?" Chief's voice was cheerful. "I'm sure people will find something. By next morning, you'll have an entire new wardrobe!"

"T-thanks" she replied, buoyed a little by his encouragement.

"Great! Uh, I have another meeting now, so I have to leave. Later, agent." Chief replied, the screen turning off rather unceremoniously.

Valerie stood still for a moment, shocked at the abruptness of it all. She was tired, and all she wanted to do was to go back to Iris's and lie down.

There was still one problem, though - the conference room was about three floors down from there, and she was still naked. How could she make her way there without showing her entire body to absolutely everyone?

She looked around the room, desperately hoping to find something to cover herself.

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