Barbara walked around me without saying a word and picked up one of the leather Mailgirls delivery pouches she kept in the corner of the office. Then she walked over to her desk and picked up my folded clothes and shoes and stuffed them into the pouch. After punching something into her smartphone she began working on her laptop leaving me kneeling there in dread and anticipation.

Several minutes later the door opened and I heard someone walk in, although I couldn't tell who it was because my back was to the door. "I want you to take this out to the clothing donation bin in the parking lot and empty its contents into it," Barbara said to the person. "Use one of the side exits on the ground floor. I'll notify Security to let you back into the building when you're done. Then go to the locker room and collect Anna's clothes and do the same."