Something reckless

Gloria was fuming. She had to try and put a stop to this vulgar and indecent behavior - and if complaining wasn't an option, then perhaps shaming was the only solution. She decided she would make it so these three perverts would have **** but to behave - but how? She sat down on the floor and retrieved her laptop from her shoulder bag. She had some work to do.

To start with, she checked the company's internal network for posts mentioning Agent Valerie. Most of what she found was of little use, for it was mainly just men fawning over the pictures she had posted from her missions. What an attention seeking slut, thought Gloria, as she looked at how little Valerie always seemed to be wearing in the photos. She found some mentions of exceptional performance and praise, but nothing she could use as ammunition.

That's when she found an interesting announcement posted by Chief:

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.

Looks like someone is having a wardrobe crisis, thought Gloria, looking at a cardboard box placed right next to the door to Iris's office. She checked inside, and saw a couple of t-shirts, a pair of jeans and some pajamas. This was only the first day, and some people had already begun to donate the clothes they didn't need.

That won't do, decided Gloria, her mind consumed by jealousy. If Valerie wanted to parade around naked like a slut, then why should she get any clothes to wear?

There was a reason Gloria had been able to become a senior tech analyst while still in her early 20s. She was a genius at computers, and one of her specialties was network security. Using some specialized commands and an exploit in the Org's internal network, she hid Chief's announcement so it no longer appeared on the network. She replaced the old announcement with a new one, thanking everyone for the support and saying that clothing donations were no longer needed.

Then, she took the handful of gathered clothes and threw them out a nearby window. No clothes for you, she thought gleefully, imagining Agent Valerie's look of disappointment at seeing the empty box.

With step one of operation Petty **** complete, she moved on to the second and final step. She needed some photographic proof of what the perverted agents were up to. But how could she do that?

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