You get to the car waiting outside

You struggled as you walked out. The heels made you take very small steps. The stupid dress was VERY short, and you had to keep tugging it down. Dorothy escorted you out, and said, "We'll see you next week, honey!"

You teetered, slowly and unsteadily, out to the car. You opened the door, sat, swung your legs in, and hoped the driver, who was watching you intently in the mirror, hadn't been flashed.

You stopped and thought about that for a second. You shuddered, as you weren't sure which was worse, worrying about flashing your panties to some strange guy or that you were worried about flashing your panties in the first place.

The driver looked in the rear mirror and grinned. "Hot date?" he asked?

"Nope. Going home. This has all been one big mistake."

"Got it," the driver said, grinning.

You pulled out from Bernard's and go on the road. You heard a chime from your small purse. You tried to ignore it, but, given how this day had gone, you gave in after several seconds and pulled the phone out of the small silver clutch.

You blinked. The EmployeeID showed you on the road, heading back to the office. And Raymond had just sent an email, asking you how it went and that you'd go over things when you returned to the office.

You started mashing buttons on the phone, trying to figure out how to urn it off when the chime went off again. You heart sank when you saw the notice pop up from EDNA:

"Presence requested back at work, Jane. Ride home cancelled. Returning you to work."

Before you could say anything, the drivers GPS *pinged* and the route was recalculated, rerouting you back to... Work. And Raymond.

You swallowed hard.