Under the ambient bathroom lighting, Gilda nervously looks over her form-fitting new dress. “You can do this. Be a boss ass bitch.”
She repeats those words on her drive.
All mouths drop as she walks into the office,
invigorating her strut.
In the meeting, she’s about to deliver her speech when she catches her reflection.
Her dress is sheer:
she’s clearly not wearing a bra.
With a swallow, she changes her speech on the fly to one about sheer confidence. At the end, the room bursts into applause.
