The fish tank (Short story)
The fish tank
She sends the finished text to the boss's personal email and then goes to his office. There the man, finely dressed, feeds the fish in the tank. Zebra fish, tetra fish, neon fish, circulate in a 2x2 artificial space built into the side wall of the office. Gluttonously, the fish fight over flakes and flakes of food synthesized from daphina or artemia that the man is throwing into the water. The woman's stomach growls: it's late and she hasn't had breakfast yet. For a week now, she has been eating only fruit to maintain her slenderness and her figure: each worker is the face of the company.
The man rests his eyes on the speech, corrects two or three words, gives a turn of phrase and changes a punctuation mark. When he turns his eyes to the girl he points out how pale she is and that she should touch up her makeup, he also says something about her hair and her new jacket. The girl gets up in a hurry to improve her appearance in the bathroom and on the way out she sees the eyes of the fish through the glass of the aquarium. Exposed in front of everyone, they have learned to swim and show their beauty.
It is three o'clock in the afternoon and the screen is fragmented into several frames, in each of them, there is a man. The girl is sitting next to the boss, upright as if a tree is growing inside her. The boss begins to pronounce his words, she knows what he is going to say because she is the brains of it all. As she listens, unperturbed, unchanging, her stomach growls, also the headache is stronger. But she looks at the screen and her face is serene and flawless, she also looks thinner. Inside she thinks: the diet is working.