And in general, I found not a lot of new facts. And most of what I found was only a confirmation of some info from the file. And on the web, there was just a little part of data on her if compared to the file. There was only one little peculiar thing to add to her image. She once posed as Playboy magazine model. And of course, I could not stand the temptation to find the photo shoot on one of the internet pages. I had experienced only a little weak thought telling me that it was possibly not a correct thing to do. To try to know how a person looks without clothes just before you are going to meet her. But that little thought was weak for sure, and it vanished earlier than I was able to recognize it. In the end, she knew what she was doing. To pose nude for a periodical issue means that some other people will be able to see it, I suppose. Her photo shoot appeared in one of the Latin American editions. She gained a desirable title of Playmate of the month. The photo shoot itself was quite a usual one for this sort of magazines. The sunny ocean side served as location. And the girl was barely nude on almost all of the photographs. On some photographs, she had white jeans on. The best photo was probably that one where her silhouette stood against the sunset so that she presented something like some statue on the background of the scarlet sky. On this picture, her figure was dark against the sun. And she stretched herself up like some strangely beautiful plant. Was it sexy? Yes, for sure. There was also something like a mixture of interview and personal data. Personal data was a usual data, of course. Height, weight, and the size of her breasts. Plus she answered some questions. All it was written in Spanish and my knowledge of this language to which Cervantes and Lope de Vega belonged is quite limited. Despite this fact, with use of a web translator, I got information in general. There was nothing that seemed to be very useful, only some specific facts of her bio and some her particular preferences. For example, she said that once she was deeply in love with a woman and also that she adores her ex-boyfriends and she is crazy about oral sex. That all did not contribute to her personal image too much but probably had some effect on me. Probably that was just because a girl is pretty and that is the thing which usually influences the perception of a lonely man.
Well… I had some summary on her, but could not imagine what she would be in reality. I knew that she is a pretty blonde girl. She is baby-faced. Though not too much. Childish smile, beautiful breasts, thin waist. And she is not tall. Also, she had a few little tattoos. And one of them, for example, presented a name Lolita written in some old typewriter letters on the side of her palm. And also it looked like she prefers to be considered sexy, imaginative and probably even a little kinky. I mean, she is a girl who cares about what people think about her looks. And perhaps she just wants the people to think about her looks. In our days, physical exhibitionism is not enough for people. They would also like to take off mentally. But all that did not tell me what she was indeed.
After completing a brief profile, I went outside to search for more details in the field. The simplest way to find out more was to see the girl sometime after her working hours and at the same time to see what place where she is employed looks like. I didn’t want to encounter her at her apartment’s door, because I believe that the people, when they meet you for the first time, are more collaborative in public places, but less in their private place or near it. So, this way there could be more chances to fix a possible interview. I am involved in quite a strange matter now. And so, I need to know her side of the story as she is one of the principals in it.
As I arrived at the place, I encountered another tower of power. It was a tall glass-and-stone building, where another mighty faceless corporation nested. And somewhere in between a tenth and a fifteenth floor, a blonde girl with a pretty face was executing her primitive tasks as one of the thousands of office employees, who were placed on an almost lowest grade of career pyramid and who spend usual 38 hours a week for the sake of the firm’s existence. My first idea was to go the easiest way. At the reception desk, I gave a name and occupation of the person I was searching for. I simply asked whether I could talk to her. To my surprise, I did not get what I wanted. A girl at reception was not able to find anyone with this name. She told me, in case I had no appointment, I better had to go off.
It was almost the end of a working day, and five minutes after a reception desk proved to be useless, I stood outside, thinking how I would try to find her next time. Then suddenly, I recognized something with the corner of my eye, and that was something that seemed subconsciously important. It was a girl. It was the girl, and she was walking toward me. I saw a face which was now so much familiar to me. She walked past me, and I turned, watching her back for an instant. Then I hurriedly cast a name Susan from behind her, but a girl did not turn around and kept going away. I was almost disappointed and almost ready to run for her. After an instant more, I almost screamed Sue in one desperate syllable. She turned back and looked at me without big puzzlement. I made a step forward, and she suddenly smiled her childish smile.
I think I would like to talk to you. I told her. Then I explained that I am a journalist and I make some film and if she doesn’t see any problem with it, I would like to interview her. She agreed almost immediately, and we fixed when and where we would meet. When I was going to bed this day, I didn’t think about problems concerning current documentary filmmaking, but mostly about how the girl, who wasn’t exactly perfect and maybe didn’t look entirely like a superwoman from the Hollywood blockbuster, was indeed very pretty. She was indeed nicely pretty when even all of her clothes were on.
Nov, 2. Morning and Day. Private Audio Diary of Elise. by Elise
That was the day when I did not want to go somewhere and to do something. Maybe I just felt melancholic, and so, it was a feeling that all I could do today was to be lazy or to be sleepy. Actually, it was supposed to be vacant. But a day before, Martin asked me to appear at the studio to provide some help. He said there was something he would like me to watch with him together. He said he was not quite sure about what it was on the video record he had.
When I arrived at the studio, Martin did not wait until I would prepare another cup of coffee for myself. He asked me to come closer to his monitor. What he had shown to me was some security kind of footage. Black-and-white video with a viewpoint a little from above. You can’t see faces in general, and you don’t hear any sound because actually, there is no any sound. As it looked, a location was some office. That was a usual office. And footage represented some very long – as I could judge by the timeline of player – combination of some episodes of a usual office life featuring mostly two girls. As it was evident by their clothing and figures, that were the same two girls almost in every part of the footage. Their faces were not clear, but after some time they started to seem recognizable. I still was not sure that I could identify any of them if I would meet any of the two on the street, but at least in this security footage, it seems I could identify them from the others. The one was blonde, and another had a darker hair and was taller. A taller one looked to be a little more of a leader in their couple. At least, it subconsciously seemed to be so from their body language. What I thought about was whether they always use hidden cameras to watch how employees work at the office. It is one thing to watch for thieves in the supermarkets and another – to control every manager in the corporate building. And my second thought was about what the girls were doing.
And what Martin actually asked me was – What do you think they are doing? Do you see something except usual things? What I saw was that they were talking, passing to each other some papers. Sometimes the one could cast a short glance at the other. I didn’t see anything except usual things. That is probably what any two do to each other when they are familiar, and they share working space. I am not telepathic or something. So, I hardly can declare something sure looking at some people exchanging glances as part of some plot-free silent BW movie. In a silent movie with Chaplin, they at least show the words on a black screen