The room is dim, the glow of the monitor the only light. Her desk is littered with various papers, post-it notes and empty cans of Diet Coke. She stares intently at the monitor, her fingers typing furiously, pausing only to take a sip of her soda, or to light another cigarette.
She pauses, getting up to stretch her back, the dim light coming off of the monitor showing off her figure. Her long black hair drapes around her body, the ends coming down just past her buttocks. She isn't the greatest looking, and she knows that and constantly tries to change that, but finally gave up after trying every diet known to man. She'd never be a model, this she knows, but at least she can alter her pictures to look like it.
She looks out the window, noting that the sky is getting lighter as dawn approaches. Sighing, she tells her friends that she has to go, that the time to go to work is approaching fast, and would see them all when she logged back in at work.
"Another day at work with no sleep…" She thinks. Nothing new to her, she's gone to work with out sleep before. She closes the program and is about to shut down when an instant message pops up.
Malice says: "Good morning beautiful, you're up early."
Mysterious says: "Actually, I haven't been to bed yet. I was just about to shut down and go to work. Twelve hour shift today."
Malice says: "That's not healthy you know."
Mysterious says: "The nightmares I have when my eyes are closed isn't healthy either."
Malice says: "Nightmares? I wasn't aware that you had those."
Mysterious says: "It's not something I tell just anyone."
Malice says: "Sounds like you need someone there in bed with you."
Mysterious says: "Is that an offer?"
Malice grins sheepishly.
Malice says: "You know I would love to be in bed with you."
She glances at the clock and notices that she has 10 minutes to get to work.
Mysterious says: "I'd love to stay and chat some more, but I am going to be late."
She shuts down, not even bothering to answer him.
She gets to work, still thinking about the uneasy feeling she had while talking to Malice. She knew he was from England, has even heard his sexy British accent. Over the last year, she's only talked to him sporadically, through email. She was once his net slave, but that had ended a year ago when she left the net, almost completely. For a year, she would get emails from him, and replied back, but never bothered to explain herself. But never IM's.
"I wonder if he'll be online later when my shift ends," she thought and then laughed to herself. "He'd be at work long before it's time for me to go home."
She sits down at her little desk in her cubicle, and logs onto the system. She's rigged the computer to be able to receive her email, and also log on to chats if it ever gets boring. Not even five minutes into the transcript that she was typing, an email message popped up and said she had an email from Malice.
Hi Beautiful,