Grumpy in his office at the end of the week, our main character has been passed up for a promotion, yet again. All his work friends agree that he’s more competent than most of the company’s middle managers and it’s his hard-as-nails jerk boss that’s sabotaging his promotion requests. She has impossible standards, cares only for her job, and is frigid and mean and nobody can get along with her. The coworkers all realize that they’ve never heard her mention a single non-work event she’s been to, any family, or ever having fun on a weekend. Somebody quips that maybe if she actually went on a date, she’d stop making everybody in the office so miserable and that gets hearty laughs and beer glasses raised in a cheer as agreement.
Depressed and now hungover from the night out commiserating, our lead is back at his apartment, groggy and mostly passed out on the couch, scrolling through his phone before bed. Catching an ad from the corner of his eye, he’s led to a site purporting to sell a hypnotic bra. The wearer becomes attuned with the hypnotic powers of persuasion! It’s like something out of the back of a comic book and he laughs. But then thinking back to the bar, maybe his boss could use this to get people to overlook how mean she is and get that date. Their boss is kind of cute, if she wasn’t so business focused, so if he could get it for her and then get her out to meet people, she'd stop being so angry and would give him the promotion. And this sales company is offering free next day shipping. He makes the purchase and then passes out for the night.
Waking up on Saturday with a hangover, our protagonist goes about his day until there’s a knock at the door and an unmarked package left for him. He pops it open to find the hypno bra and chuckles to himself. He almost wasn’t sure if that was real or something he dreamt up while drunk. Looking at it in its pink package, the bra looks normal. There’s a slight sheen to it if he holds it up to the light and that forms a spiral pattern on the cups. If you’re going to go hypnotic, you can’t go wrong with spiral patterns. He chuckles again and drops it back in the box and slides it off to the side. Some time next week, he’ll find a way to slip it into his boss’s stash of spare clothes she keeps in her office when she pulls all-nighters. For now, another night with some booze will help.