Joanna made her way out through the back exit to make sure there weren't many eyes on her. More importantly there wouldn't be any idle conversations between her and her trip home. The thought of getting back to Doug was filling her brain, but not just because of him. Once she was home, she could let loose. Here at work, or on the train back, well, people wouldn't be as accepting of someone whose clothes would be an afterthought desperately clinging to decency. Speaking of the train, Joanna made one last stop before leaving work: the ladies room. She needed one last fit check in a mirror just to make sure she would be good and make it home. And boy was that mirror looking good to her. Almost good enough to make her think about the one she looked at before. A wandering hand was smacked away by a sensible one as she attempted to adjust the cami she was wearing underneath her no-longer-buttoning-up-all-the-way shirt. She also did a twirl and noticed her perfectly average ass had upgraded

The idea of another batch coming later in the day was enough to keep Joanna's spirits pretty high as she got ready for work. The job was freelance consulting for the most part, but she looked at it as a chance to learn the robes and start her own consultancy some day. Her dream was to have something with the option of working from home some day if she and Doug started a family of their own. Most of the people were chill and tolerable and made for a good environment. Then there was Jupiter—well that was the nickname some of the office gave her for two big reasons. Her real name was Juniper and she was one of those people who kind of fall into success thanks to a lot of things that broke their way, whether it's looks, family or something else. But the biggest thing with Juniper that made her so hard to get along with was the air of totally whiffing on the idea that her privilege carried her to this point and how that ignorance led her to believe other people just needed to work harder.