Chapter 316: Rebel Without A Cause
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.
Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my lollypop. Ever since Daddy had given me one to prove that this reality was real, I refused to be without one. It was like there was a direct link between the two in my mind, and I was able to be myself again.
"That’s a stupid thing to say," I grunted, looking at the stupid male. "I don’t dress to please anyone but me. And if someone is an idiot enough to be seduced by my outfit and think that I am wearing it for them, then at least Tank will get some fresh meat for dinner."
Jonas looked at me like I was speaking a different language, and maybe, to a guy, I was. But I also knew that women dressed how they wanted, how they felt the most comfortable and confident. Men might have armor, but women had five inch heels, and we weren’t scared to use them.
"It doesn’t matter what you think; either get changed, or you are off of the security team. Tank, of course, would be expected to stay on, only with a new handler. The choice is yours," sighed the man who thought he was in charge.