The Princess and the Prawn

Meeting Mama Long Legs

Fun Fact: My girlfriend is terrified of spiders, I on the other hand find them mildly cute.

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Once my computer was set up I received a bombardment of emails. All of which were, unfortunately, not important. The only thing to compare the way I felt about the introduction and welcome emails was to compare it to the feeling of receiving junk mail. Like when waiting for an important email and instead when you get the 'ding' notification it was only a spam mail about a "Free snow globe wallpaper. Get yourself in the season".

After marked as read, I mean, after I opened and read the kind greetings, I proceeded to sit back in my chair to sip out of the mug on my desk. Blissful warm tea coated my tongue in soft notes of decadence.

"Heads up, T, I just got an email from a friend in Marketing that a huge file is coming to one of us editors from the Mama Long Legs." Swivelling my chair, I looked at Lester. One eyebrow raised, and my cup still to my mouth I asked.

"Mama Long Legs? Who comes up with these ridiculous nick names?" Lester turned around as well, a mug also in his hand. 'This is not Tea, it is liquid awesome." it read. He took a drink from his mug, a longer than necessary drink. Making me wonder if he was contemplating the way in which to answer me. Finally, he seemed to find an answer he liked. His face suggested I would not approve.

"The nick-namer," a glare, that was all he received. Of course, the person who gave the nicknames had an equally lame nickname. I wonder if 'Mama Long Legs' was the woman from the banquet. She did have long legs. I got a good look at them from the floor, wicked heels and all. She was still on my mind, of course, the woman who saved me from Bob's bad luck, who caught me when I fell, who called me 'princess'. Flirted with me. At the thought, my cheeks flamed to a faint pink. Not enough for anyone to notice, I assured myself.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Of course, Lester noticed the change in my complexion. He was surprisingly observant. Although at this point I shouldn't be surprised, he also didn't seem like the kind of person to love tea either.

"I'll sell them for a dollar." Lester chuckled. Luck would have it that before he could respond a 'ding' came from my computer. It was the file. I tried to open it, I received an error. Lester noticed, and before I could say anything there he was. Leaned over the back of my chair, hand on my mouse. He basically shooed my fingers from the keyboard.

"You'll have to open it online, the company computers won't let you download anything that big." I nodded at his words while I looked up at him, then looking back at the screen. So close, he was so close to me. My cheeks flamed up, but I tried to pay attention to the setting he was changing on my computer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the file opened. And, sweet Bob, did it open. Just shy of one hundred pages, a nightmare, Bob from the department of Luck was in a bad mood again. The email's deadline, due by tomorrow morning. Bob, you couldn't give me a full day of good luck, could you? Lester stepped back, a whistle of being impressed left his mouth.

"Well, T, welcome to the department of editors." Lester returned to his desk, the coward. I changed tabs, reading the email.

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URGENT

To: Sydney Dollen

From: Margret Appletusk

Please read and edit the attached file. This is the speech and program for the banquet being held in honour of the charity event being held in two weeks. Do not let any mistakes slip through, as you are the last to proofread this script.

All changes needed and corrections must be made and returned to me by 8 AM tomorrow, Tuesday, August 23.

Thank You.