Job Hunting

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Job hunting, that's what I thought I'd spend the rest of my day doing, unless I found a way to get some clothes on. You see, I stand outside of work, in full pyjamas. I work in fashion but I don't think that bunny trousers and no bra count as a 'new trend' for a twenty one year old woman. As a plan begins to form in my mind, I remember that the storage room is just downstairs in the building. There is a secret passageway down there about 8 ft away from me. If I can run there before my boss, who is walking towards me sees me, oh crap.
"Miss Smith, may I ask why you are wearing-"She says, before I quickly interrupt her.
"Please don't fire me!" I cry, I am so nervous that I literally pee myself.
"Why would I fire someone wearing such a bold and couture outfit?!"
"Seriously?"
"Uh, yeah! The fierce animal print against the cozy loose top and trousers! I just can't!"
"Wow, thanks boss."
"No, no, this won't do! You work as an assistant don't you?"
"Yes."
"How would you like to be our newest loungewear consultant/designer?"
"Oh my God! That would be amazing, thank you!"
"You're welcome"
        I turn to reply but she's gone, was it the voice? It's been speaking more at the moment, at the best and worst times. It keeps saying random things like "22 street" and "brown eyes". At first I thought they were clues but it also said things like "quick as a cat" so, that theory is out.
         My legs carry me to my new desk because I'm in so much shock. I still don't understand why this counts as the 'new denim' but that's fashion for you. I walk to a desk when a voice behind me says," What are doing Smithy?" It's Clarissa, my arch rival. I know it's weird to have an arch rival at age 21 but who cares?
"What do you want now?" I reply, unable to deal with her being annoying  right now.
"You're office is down the hall keeno, this is my desk idiot."
"I don't know how being good at mu job makes me a keeno Clarissa?"
"Whatever! By the way, everyone can see that you're wearing pyjamas."
"Well they're getting me further than your clothes. Nice beret by the way!" And I walk away to my new office, feeling rather like a badass.

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