TANGLE OF LEGS, part 7

At last I will know where that slut is hiding! Evelyn shouted inside her head…and a second later she abruptly stopped her quick steps. What I just…? she mused. Had she called slut to a woman who she didn’t even know? In what was she becoming? For a moment, a feeling of guilt struck her stomach, but the frustration that she had suffered for weeks soon buried the pain as she remembered the terms with which men had been referring to Lorene: ‘stunning redhead’, ‘sexy tits’ or ‘perfect legs’…

“Screw her,” she muttered under her clenched “teeth. It was her who had been asking for it, with her short skirts and provocative cleavage.”

Pushing aside a coworker whom she didn’t even look at, Evelyn read Lorene’s message on the monitor—or she tried, because as soon as she saw the group to which she belonged, she could hardly see anything else.

52! It’s 52! she thought with excitement and nervousness at the same time, just before hearing everyone volunteering to go for calendars.

“I’ll take charge of the answer,” she said firmly.

“What?” Peter said with frustration. “She wrote to me…”

“I have an unfinished business with someone in that group,” Evelyn insisted, hardening her gaze. “Besides, I’m your superior, remember? Or do you want me to talk to one of the bigwigs and tell her what you talk about during work hours?” Even she hardly thought she was capable of issuing such a threat, but at least it worked.

“No, that’s no necessary, Evelyn,” the man replied, visibly discouraged, as the other coworkers returned to their desks so as not to arouse the woman’s fury. Ignoring them all, the redhead memorized Lorene’s identification number, unable to help but smile somewhat anxiously. As she returned with long strides to her office, she heard her colleagues begin to comment in hushed tones that perhaps the other well-known redheaded beauty would appear on her floor at some point.

Be glad for now, guys, because when you see Lorene and me together, you will know who is really the boss here.

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The sound of incoming mail quickened Lorene’s heart. Finally, after endless minutes, she had her long-awaited answer. Nervously, she pressed the icon to open the mail. Would it have worked her plan to make the prominent and omnipresent beauty came to light?

What appeared on her screen was far beyond what her most optimistic dreams could even imagine: a response from Evelyn Bauer herself! Lorene’s heart didn’t know whether to stop or rush, and from what the woman felt under her chest, her vital organ did both at the same time.

<Hi, Lorene. I’m glad to finally meet you. I’m Evelyn Bauer, from group 12. Yeah, we’re short of calendars, so we would love someone to bring us calendars. You, for example. Anyway, send me an invitation for direct link between our terminals, so we can work together in real time. I’ve heard a lot about you, and seeing all we have in common, I think this would be the best way for us to solve any problems that arise between our groups…or between us. A sincere hug.>

If one of her coworkers had been near Lorene at the time, he could have heard how her teeth gritted against each other. The beautiful woman could hardly believe it, but certainly her previous thoughts about Evelyn now fit perfectly with the reality.

Bitch! she growled in her mind, this time without restraining her vocabulary, this time with intent, as she reread the mail. The message between the lines, with each and every slight and challenge the other beauty threw at her, was undeniably obvious to her green eyes.

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