The walk to the interview

As she walked towards the reception desk, she checked the front of her remaining outfit. With her shirt, tied hair and spectacled face, she had looked the consummate professional, perfectly blending in with her environment. Without it, it was a different story.

Even with the buttons closed, there was a giant window of skin starting at her neck and ending right above her bellybutton. There was no hiding her cleavage, as the edge of the blazer only just about covered her areolas. At least she was able to fasten the blazer tightly enough to prevent too much jiggling, but that was about the only positive thing she could think about her situation.

"Everything all right?", she heard Prince in her head. "Yeah, it's fine. Continuing with the mission.", she replied back in her mind. She didn't want him to know about her state right now - if she was to get out of this, she needed to earn his trust. She wanted to prove that she could accomplish her goals without his help.

She stopped at the reception, propping her purse in front of her on the counter to cover her chest. After getting the directions to her interview, she began walking towards her destination. As she walked, she definitely noticed some heads turn around and look. There were raised eyebrows, sly smiles and even a couple of winks aimed at her.

Her cheeks began to flush with embarrassment, but she steeled herself. She needed to be confident in this interview. If that meant accepting her half-naked state, so be it. By the time she reached the interview room, she was walking with a confident smile and a gentle sway in her hips.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses and stepped into the room.