Check your email.

You browse through your emails mainly looking to distract yourself when you notice a new email from Alexandra.

Hey John, the new terms of agreement for the office wager policy are here and everybody’s turned theirs in except you. Come to my office as soon as you can so we can get that taken care of. Wouldn’t want there to be any misunderstandings!

Sincerely,
Alexandra Cooper.

The email is surprisingly professional given that a “misunderstanding” is the whole reason you had to streak home. You're also curious what these new terms of agreement are since they're specifically for bets. Maybe you could use some of the changes to your advantage? It's worth taking a look at. However, Alexandra’s office is on the other side of the office from yours. There would be no hiding if you went which meant facing your scorned coworkers.

A pit forms in your stomach at the thought of having to face them in your current attire. You gave your clothes to Alexandra in the privacy of your office. So far you’ve been spared the embarrassment of exposing yourself to your peers, but you couldn’t hide in your office forever.

Taking a deep breath you open the door and step outside your office.