Jonas stared me down from the head of the conference table, waiting for me to say something. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't going to happen.
After ten minutes of me sucking on a lollypop and leaning against Tank, Jonas finally cracked. "You are out of uniform," he informed me, his jaw clenching so hard that I could see the vein in his temple throbbing.
"No, I'm not," I assured him, patting down my skirt. "This is my uniform. See? I even put on combat boots to prove that I mean business."
Today, I decided to play with some color, and my normal black dress was now in navy blue with white ruffles at the edges. My hair was up in pig-tails with white ribbons, and while I was wearing black combat boots, I was also wearing white thigh-high socks.
"Look, I don't know who you are trying to seduce, but it really won't work. Put on your uniform, and I won't have to write you up," sighed Jonas as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead as if he were getting a headache.
