TANGLE OF LEGS, part 5

The tall redhead sat down in front of her computer screen, nervous and exalted. Minimizing the project she was working on, she opened the company’s internal mail anxiously. After weeks of eagerly praying to see with her own eyes that beauty everyone seemed to love and desire at her workplace, her wish finally seemed close to coming true.

A list of numbers appeared on the screen: from 1 to 69. Beautycious owned each of the 69 floors of the skyscraper and, although not all of them were for offices, any employee could communicate with the rest through that system. Lorene could order a meal from the restaurant on floor 3, make a request to the delivery team on floor 32, schedule an appointment at the company gym on floor 44 or talk to her superior on floor 61. To facilitate organization, each work group operated exclusively on one floor, and the floor number corresponded to the number of the work group—the group that Lorene managed was group 52 because they were on the 52nd floor and, if the information was correct, the elusive long-legged woman she hated so much worked in group 12, on the 12th floor.

“That’s why I have never seen her,” Lorene said as she clicked on the number 12 on the screen. “We’re separated by forty floors!” An odd sensation, similar to vertigo, seized her, almost as if she was noticing in her womb each floor between her and the mysterious Evelyn. “If she’s not two and a half meters tall and has three boobs, she won’t live up to her fame,” she grunted ironically as she evoked all the compliments that the woman had received in her presence. “She will not be that perfect…”

Unfortunately for Lorene, that day the internet connection seemed to be having problems because the mail page took forever to load. Or, perhaps, her obsession was so intense now that, close to the time she had been waiting for weeks, her mind could no longer bear the wait.

“Too bad there are no pictures to see,” she growled alone in her office. In reality, the company’s instant messaging service did not offer a single piece of private data. Each worker was automatically given an email, consisting of several numbers whose logic only the bigwigs understood. So when Lorene finally accessed the mailing list for group 12, in front of her beautiful green eyes only a list of thirty-odd numerical entries appeared. Guessing which ones belonged to Evelyn was statistically improbable, so she had to come up with another plan.

“Who the hell are you, bitch?” As soon as she murmured the question, Lorene put her hand to her mouth. She didn’t know from where it came from the b-word but, of course, it had emerged from her.

I need to see her once and for all or I’ll go crazy, she thought, remembering with bitterness the painful compliments that her coworkers had dedicated to Evelyn. Her obsession for the woman refilled her body with envy and rage, forcing her to grumble under her breath. Bullshit! She’s not as hot as they say! she swore. They’re just exaggerations of a few stupid jerks who don’t know what they have in front of them!

Moving several long strands of red hair from her beautiful face, Lorene tried to guess what numeric entry choose until that, overwhelmed by frustration, she opted for a desperate shot into the air. She pressed on one of the first emails, and started to type.

<Hi, colleagues of group 12. I’m Lorene Mlakar, from the group 52. We have excess of stores’ calendars for next season. If you‘re lacking for the next campaign, let me know. An affectionate greeting of your colleague.>

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