He had frequently dumped his worn clothes on that bedside chair... but now he surely wishes he'd put it in the laundry basket. Maybe it would've spared him this dirty sockgag.
He was warned enough, grey socks don't match a navy suit, so his colleagues decided a more harsch lesson was needed. Maybe this cage comes off... eventually... when he's upped his sockgame. Till then.. he'll be the officeb!tch
Not yet have you been told, what is about to happen. Yet you sense, it isn't going to be anyhing good. And that smell, rising up from your sweaty gymsocks, is going to be the least of your worries
