Try to find some clothes

A dazed Gloria stood wordlessly in front of the door for half a minute, her mind still trying to get to terms with what had just happened. Lazily, she looked down upon herself as she tried to process everything she had witnessed.

"Eeeeeek!" she let out a high pitched squeal. She was naked! Those perverts had stolen her clothes. Wait, no, they had destroyed them! She had the urge to bang on the door and scream at Hawk and Iris, but she knew it was a bad idea. They had threatened her with serious consequences, and she was probably lucky to have escaped. There was no way knocking on their door was a good idea.

Reflexively, Gloria sat down on the ground to try and cover her exposed body. Her body was shaking with nerves, until eventually she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to get as far away from these depraved agents as she could.

I have to get back home, she decided.

Her gaze fell to the empty box next to the door. She remembered how she had thrown away the clothes in there earlier in the night, simply so Valerie couldn't wear them. Maybe this is my punishment for my sin of jealousy, she thought, before brushing the thought away. No, she wasn't the sinner - it was those three, with their naked debauchery in the halls of the Org. They had so easily stripped her naked - the nerve! She swore she would have her ****.

With no other choice, Gloria took the cardboard box. She raised her arms and lowered it over her body, until she was wearing it as a kind of dress. She had to keep it on her body by using her hands, but it was better than running around naked.

She made her way towards the maintenance closet where she had stashed away her clothes before climbing inside the vents, pausing occasionally to make sure the box didn't slip below her chest and expose her boobs. When she got there, she tried the door - only to find it was locked.

I locked it from the inside, she realized. Now, her clothes, her laptop - and her car keys - were all in there. She almost cried in despair. It was the middle of the night, and she was at her workplace, naked except for a cardboard box. Now what was she going to do?

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