She doesn’t have her keys

Her keys. Her car keys. They were still in her pants…which were now in her boss’s office.

She cursed to herself as she looked around wildly, her eyes eventually landing on the building.

The way she saw it, she had two options. One was to try and run back home completely naked in broad daylight, which sounded like a horrible idea, or go back inside to try and get to her boss’s office, which also sounded like a horrible idea.

But which sounded less horrible?