No she doesn't

Janet daintily picked up the three scraps of fabric, folded them, and set them in a neat pile on her desk. She took her time, enjoying seeing the naked beauty **** to stand there and squirm. Then, Janet began looking around the small room, muttering, "Hmm maybe over here? No. Then perhaps here? Hmm guess not. Now where did I leave them?"

Mackenzie's anger rose with each passing second. Her boss had so thoroughly demeaned and humiliated her tonight that she wasn't sure if she could ever bring herself to work as a waitress again. If, on top of everything else Janet had done, she didn't give Mackenzie's clothes back, she would... Well Mackenzie wasn't sure what she was going to do!

Eventually, Janet stopped "searching" and regarded Mackenzie again. "I could have sworn I left them right here!" Janet motioned to a small space on the very corner of a tiny shelf. A tiny shelf situated directly above her office's small trash bin. The implication was clear.

"Maybe..." Mackenzie said, trying not to let the anger sound in her voice, "they fell in the trash bin?"

"Oh, of course! That's probably what happened, you must be right." Janet said in her fake-friendly tone. She moved over to inspect the bin and gasped theatrically. "But wait... I had Tony empty the trash bins earlier this evening..."

Mackenzie's face grew redder as she tried her best to accept what she knew her boss was insinuating.

"I'm so soooo sorry Mackenzie! But I think I accidentally got your clothes thrown away!"

"You...... what?" Mackenzie said, still somewhat in disbelief.

"I guess you'll just have to leave dressed as you are. Or, undressed rather," Janet giggled. "Now, let me get your tips together and you can head o-"

"You...... WHAT?!" Mackenzie roared this time. Her anger at her bitch of a boss had finally reached the tipping point. After everything she'd been put through that night, the naked redhead was seeing red, and she was seriously considering just jumping over the desk and unleashing her pent up fury on Janet. But suddenly, a new voice interrupted them.

"What the hell's going on here?!" a man's voice said. There, standing in the office's doorway, was Nico Fortunato, one of the restaurant's owners. "And why the hell are you naked, Madison?"

Mackenzie gasped and covered herself again, anger momentarily forgotten in her renewed embarrassment. "I-it's Mackenzie," she muttered, not sure what else to say under her the man's stern gaze.