Debbie is shocked when her new boss, Baxter, orders her to start wearing a mini skirt to work. Determined to ensure her future at the company, Debbie sets out to gather evidence against Baxter and bring him down.
The hum of the office fluorescent lights buzzed like angry hornets as Debbie wrestled with the temperamental copy machine. She jammed another stack of invoices into the tray, wincing at the paper jam warning.
“Well, what have we here, a new girl?”
Debbie spun around and came face to face with the head of her department, Mr. Baxter. She smiled as she introduced herself, but a chill passed down her spine when he ignored her outstretched hand and leered at her.
You need a makeover if you want to keep working here. You’re dressed like an old lady.”
“Excuse me?” Debbie asked.
“This isn’t some charity bazaar. In this office, we like our women to look polished.”
He flicked a wad of cash onto the copier, the bills fluttering like nervous butterflies. “Go get yourself some proper office attire, new girl. Think mini skirt, a low-cut top, some make-up. Something that’s a bit more… appealing. I don’t want to see you roaming around here looking like my Grandma.”
“I’m here to do a job, Mr. Baxter.” She held out the crumpled bills in her fist.
Baxter frowned and leaned in close. “Are you telling me you don’t care about this company’s image? Is that how you plan to succeed here, by being sassy to your boss?”