(Subplot) It Only Gets Worse

Maggie instinctively climbed up onto the toilet lit and crouched on there, making herself as small as she could, in silence. Even the idea of someone seeing her bare feet under the cubicle door felt off, because who the fuck goes into a communal toilet barefoot? But she quickly realised she wasn't going to get out of this without help. She had to reveal her presence, if not her naked body.

"Uh, hello? Is someone there?"

"Mags, is that you?"

The voice that answered belonged to Nicole from marketing. It could have been a lot worse. She was at least good natured and on friendly terms with Maggie, if a little gossipy. She was certainly better than nothing.

"I know this sounds really weird but.." Maggie sighed to herself. This was going to be almost as humiliating as walking butt naked through the office would, but it was the only plausible lie she could think of "I need something to wear. I had an accident"

"What? You've got nothing left that's wearable. Like, at all?" Nicole asked with astonishment.

"I can't really explain. Do you have a jacket I can borrow? I can drive home, get changed and have it back with you after lunch"

"Yeah, sure just give me two minutes" Nicole answered obligingly.

Maggie closed her eyes, threw back her head and sighed in disbelief at what was going to happen next. She was going to have to walk calmly past all of her colleagues wearing nothing but someone else's jacket, like a flasher (and Nicole was shorter than she was - she hoped it would be long enough to cover everything it needed to). Her best cover story was that she had somehow accidentally drenched everything she had been wearing in piss. It was just as well she wasn't too married to working at this place with these people for much longer.

Nicole was as good as her word, and minutes later a brown trench jacket, thankfully long enough to cover at least down to Maggie's knees, was being lifted over the top of the cubicle door for Maggie to put on. If she wrapped it tightly around herself, made a hasty exit and could trust Nicole not to tell anyone about this, it was starting to look like things might just work out for Maggie. She thanked Nicole profusely, slipped the coat on, and then gasped in horror and disbelief as it vanished into thin air before her eyes.

"Are you okay Mags? Are you able to come out now?"

"Uh, yeah thanks Nicole. Just give me a little bit of time, okay? No need to hang around"

Maggie was now in a state of shock to the point that she almost couldn't think straight. She was completely out of ideas as to what to do next.

"Right, okay I'll leave you to it then" Nicole replied, clearly baffled by the whole exchange "Don't worry about returning my coat today. Tomorrow will be fine!"

"Thanks again!" the still naked woman called out as her colleague made her exit.

Maggie was trying everything she could not to go into a full blown panic and to come up with some kind of workable plan to get herself out of this mess. It really didn't seem possible. She was actually in an even worse position than before - still naked in a toilet cubicle at work, and now one of her colleagues knew she was there and was clearly worried for her sanity. On top of that, it didn't seem like getting dressed was an option. For the first time, she was starting to accept that it might not be possible to get out of here without anyone seeing her in the buff and that her best realistic plan might be to be seen naked by the fewest people possible. She only had the number of one of her colleagues on her phone to call for assistance, and it was someone she knew would do literally anything to help her, especially in a situation like this - Antony.