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[h2]Ramona Jessa Chalkley[/h2]
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Her eyes were closed. She felt so warm and comfortable. It was a beautiful feeling. She wanted to last in this moment for a while. All was well. A noise rang in her ears. She couldn't tell what it was. It gave her a strange feeling. For just a tiny fracture of a second she thought she could ignore it and stay in her beautiful bubble. But she needed to know what this was. Her hand reached out and the sound of running water was silenced, the other noise was way clearer now.

[i]"...Or at least come to the meeting room. Captain out!"[/i]

It took Jessa not even a second to realize she was in a really bad position. [i]Shit! Shit. Shit.[/i] The woman pushed the shower door open, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her naked wet body as she stepped out of the shower. She moved over to her closet and threw out some clothes randomly. No time to check up on what to wear. She rubbed the towel over her skin to dry it quickly and then tried to get her soaking wet hair somewhat dryer by rubbing the towel over it. It didn't work. [i]Fuck.[/i] She continued to move the towel over her hair as she moved to the bathroom. She grabbed a hairdryer, slammed the plug into the socket and turned it on.

A [i]bang[/i] and a shit ass smell was the consequences of her actions. "Oh come on!" Jessa threw the broken hairdryer onto the top of a small bathroom drawers and picked up the towel to run it over her wet hair once more. Her hair looked messy and... well still wet.

She grabbed a brush and forcefully ran it through her hair. Now it looked a tad bit less messy, but wet and weird. Her expression in the mirror was the one of horror. She moved to her bedroom and threw on whatever she had randomly picked out of her closet. A white pair of bras, not the good one, this one would make her tits bounce like balls if she walked too fast. A white slip, rather sexy, but who gave a shit, no one would see. White socks. Simple jeans. A white, sleeveless top. She grabbed her sneakers and put them on, put the belt and the blouse she had yet to put on over her arm and rushed out of the door. While walking she put the blouse over her white simple sleeveless top and realized... the top had a deep cut-out and was showing the upper half of her boobs. [i]Not important, the blouse will fucking do.[/i] But when her arms were in the sleeves of the very light-coral blouse, she noticed that it was the one she had wanted to throw in the trash. Because all of the buttons were missing. She had taken the buttons off to fix a better piece of clothing with them. Why didn't she trash it immediately? She quickly pulled the belt around her pants and closed it up.

Now she would be walking into the meeting, in front of all colleagues and her boss, with wet hair, no make-up, a deeply cut-out top and a broken blouse in a stupid color. She felt so responsible and professional right now.

While she hurried to the meeting, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably, she tried to fix up her hair a little. But combing her fingers through it only made her hands wet. The hair kept sticking to her face and dropping water drops onto her shoulders and back. This was a disaster. By the time she entered the room five other colleagues were already there, plus the boss of course. She hoped that the meeting didn't require her holding any piece of paper. Her hands were super wet from touching her hair and she couldn't dry them on her clothes because it would leave wet signs all over it. She felt like an embarrassment. The captain will probably ask her to stay after the meeting and if she was lucky he would give her a warning, if she wasn't lucky he would probably fire her for being unprofessional.

She shot all of the people an apologetic smile and greeted her boss by name. "Mr Di Liberto, Sir." Then she sat down on the left chair next to Christian, leaving a free spot to sit to her own left, and fought the arising need to hide her face behind her hands. Disaster.