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"I...I just... need...some... space...," her voice sounded pitiful even to her own ears. But she knew she needed some time to calm down and to figure out her plan. "Damn dress!" she growled angrily as she pulled it off of herself with difficulty, not caring if she ruined it, the last thing on her mind.

The lace bra and matched panties were so tiny and sexy. They looked so good on her, but she was in no mood for such a game, feeling trapped inside of her body that at the morning seemed to her to be the sexiest thing ever! Now, this same body was only making her feel nauseous.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Honey, are you okay in there? Is something wrong?" Her husband's voice was calm, tinged with concern, the child’s soft whimpering could be heard in the background.

The sound of his voice grated on her nerves. "I'm fine!" She snapped, unable to control her irritation. She heard a soft sigh on the other side of the door. "Just... please, don't disturb me! I have some serious things to deal with right now!"

There was a pause, then the voice of the man, her husband, came through the door, gentle but concerned. “Emily, are you okay? You’re not acting like yourself... Do you want me to take Lily to bed?”

Lily? Emily almost laughed with a hysterical laugh. As if that was the thing to care about at that moment! “Yes...yes, that would be good,” she forced out, knowing she needed time to think, time to plan.

"Okay. I'll be back soon. And I'll bring you a hot drink." She heard footsteps walking away from the door and sighed in relief, having finally calmed down.

“Think, damn it, think!” she muttered, running her hands through her hair, feeling the unfamiliar softness of it, the way it slipped through her fingers. She had to find a way out of this nightmare. And the only solution that made any sense, the only way to get close to her old life, was to seduce her former self to get to Michael's phone so that he wouldn't fire her tomorrow.

But only thought of having to seduce her own body made her stomach churn. She wanted to vomit, to scream, to tear off this ridiculous lingerie and throw herself out of this situation, out of this body. But logic kept her grounded. And it was ironic. She was a Michael all her life and she knew exactly what he liked. It's seemed so disgusting, but after all, to succeed in business she had to do worse things... though not so personally...