"Girl, did you ever call them?" Jeanette asked.

"Yeah, they sent me this 300-question survey, and I'm not filling that shit out. Like I have that kind of time," Mikayla answered, holding her cell phone as she looked out her window.

"That's a bit much, but I heard they've had a 100% satisfaction rate. You should just bite the bullet, pencil your damn self into your busy schedule, and fill it out," Jeanette replied.

"Why haven't you filled one out?" Mikayla asks.

"Because I want to see what happens to you first bitch," Jeanette quips with a laugh.

Mikayla cracks up laughing, "Girl, bye!" She hangs up and places the phone on her coffee table. She puts her size 16 bare feet and crosses her ankles next to her phone. Her soles are slightly dirt-stained. She curls the toes of her top foot, quickly inspecting her candy-red pedicure.

"Oh… New growth. I better make an appointment with the spa for a Pedi," Mikayla says to herself.

Mikayla is the CEO and owner of a camping and hiking goods chain store. There's an all-hands meeting with the IT department as email is not working for her stores in Austin and Santa Fe. The bright sunshine illuminates through the blinds of the conference room.

IT professionals nervously await the start of the meeting. Mikayla enters the room in a dark navy blue pin-stripe skirt suit, wearing a pair of navy blue pin-striped, 4 inch Louboutin platform heels. The room is silent, except for the clicking of her heels against the marble tiled floor. The silhouette of her 6'7" frame with heels floats across each window, making an entrance, was a specialty. She carries a tall glass of a thick green pulpy liquid filled to the top, to the head of the conference room table.

As she sits, she moves a manilla envelope to the side and opens her iPad leather carrying case. At the other end of the conference room table is Timothy Resopulansky; everyone calls him Rezzo, except Mikayla.

"Timothy, where are we with the email situation?" Mikayla asked.

Timothy has been called on the carpet in front of the entire IT staff and nervously answers. "We're still down in both offices, but.."

Mikayla slides the manila envelope across the table, cutting Rezzo off, "Timothy, those are two of my most profitable regions. It's been three days now. Inside there is a package, two years severance, two years of health care, and a letter of recommendation handwritten by me. There are no hard feelings if you take it and walk away. If you choose to stay and fix it, it better be fixed by tomorrow morning, or you'll be escorted out with nothing but a box. Which will it be?" Mikayla says, staring directly into Rizzo's eyes.

"I uh, uh, I can fix it, Mikayla," Rezzo says with a nervous cracking voice. 

Several of the onlooking IT staff gasped at Rizzo's decision.

Mikayla downs her green drink completely. She leaves the glass on the table. She stands, adjusts her blazer by pulling on the bottom of it, turns, and leaves the conference room.

Clack… Clack… Clack…

As she walks out of the room, Mikayla sternly glances over at Rezzo once more before leaving.

Later that day, Mikayla sits in a spa chair with her feet soaking in warm water. She picks up her phone. "Angela, I changed my mind. I'm going home after my Pedi. Are Austin and Santa Fe still dark?" Mikayla asks. 

She looks at her watch and shakes her head as she listens to Angela's answer.

The nail tech assistant takes Mikayla's foot out of the foot spa and places it on her towel draped knee. The massive size of it astonishes her. Her little hands pat dries Mikayla's foot with the corners of the towel.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind, what size shoe do you wear?" The nail tech assistant asks.

Mikayla proudly smiles and answers, "Size 16."

The nail tech assistant looks up; shocked by Mikayla's answer, she opens a tube of cream and squeezes a little on her palms.

"You might have to get another one, and I'll be shocked if that's enough for one foot."

The Nail Tech assistant searches through her supply caddie and pulls out another tube of cream. As she massages the cream into Mikayla's lower leg and feet, she glances at Mikayla's hands. Mikayla reads on her iPad mini but holds it as if it's a phone. Mikayla looks at the screen:

• 222. Do you consider yourself to be aggressive or submissive?

• 223. Do you consider yourself to be possessive or carry a devil may care attitude?

• 224. Are you a secure or insecure woman?

• 225. Do you find yourself to be jealous?

Mikayla continues to fill out the survey from the matchmaking agency on her iPad mini as her Pedi continues. Her nail tech slides foam toe separators between her long toes and begins to paint them hot pink. 

Mikayla reads the last question on the survey:

• 300. Love will bring out emotions in us that we never knew we had. If you surprisingly had love in your hands, would you clutch on to it, or would it scare you away?"

Mikayla ponders over the last question. Without answering it, she shuts her iPad off and places it in her purse. She relaxes in her plush chair as her nail tech carefully applies a topcoat. Mikayla closes her eyes and listens to some relaxing ambient music through her headphones.

Later that evening, Mikayla stretches on a yoga mat. She sits and bends forward, touching her forehead to her knees. Then points her pink toes. Her toes are pinched tightly against the ball of her feet, making countless wrinkles of her soft soles. The last question of the survey has weighed heavily on her mind. She had longed to find a companion to spend her time with, but she knew everything about her, usually put off the men she had dated in the past.

Everything about her is unique; her height, successful career, and demanding personality could be intimidating. But as irony would have it, finding a man who accepted her for who she was, as is, was an intimidating thought in her own right. Sharing her life with another person could complicate things, and would it alter her focus and adjust her goals?

Mikayla sits up, grabs her iPad mini, answers the last question, and submits her survey. The next day at work, Mikayla opens her email at her desk and is pleased to see that the first one is from the Texas region's general manager. She then sends an email to her general manager in New Mexico and quickly received a response.

Mikayla places her desk phone on speaker and dials Rezzo.

"Hello, Mikayla," you could hear the smile on his face through the phone.

"Excellent work Timothy," Mikayla says with a smile of her own.

"It was hard to pinpoint what was going on at first. My traceroutes kept hanging on the third hop…" Mikayla hangs up the phone on Rezzo mid-sentence and continues working on her computer.

Later that evening, Mikayla pulls into her driveway with her Tesla and notices a package at the front door. In her living room, she places the packet on the couch. She slips out of her black high heels and puts her sheer black legs on the coffee table. Instantly, the stench of 12hrs of her feet entrapped and confined in those heels and sheer hose finally had the opportunity to escape. Almost immediately filling the room.

"OMG," Mikayla says, cupping her hand over her nose and mouth. "It's a good thing I didn't go to Bikram today. I would have cleared the studio out."

Mikayla opens the package to find a DNA sample submission kit. Mikayla reads it's enclosed letter.

"Thank you, Ms. Miles, for completing and submitting your Sole In - Soul Out Companion Matching Survey. To achieve our results-proven process, we will need a hair sample submission, a saliva submission from the cotton swab provided in the kit, and a blood sample from the fingertip pricker.

We have a candidate already in mind for you and need those samples to deliver love to your front door. Use the return container to send us the samples postage free. Thank You, Sole In - Soul Out Companion Matching Service."

Mikayla calls Jeanette Size. "Girl…. now, these people want DNA samples."

"These hoops can be expected when you’re getting a mail-order man I guess. That’s still a bit much though. "

"Tell me about it, and those questions on the questionnaire were downright nosey."

"Really? Like what?"

"They asked crazy shit, like if I have ever tasted semen."

"What did you say?"

"Well…"

"Ohhhhh, you nasty heifer!"

"What? Chicago bitch… 2012!"

"Objection, your honor, the statute of limitations on old shit has passed."

"You were in rare form too… The floor scene at the party-"

"-OK damn!"

"…You sat on that poor man's face and rode it like a Kentucky derby horse jockey. I'll never forget hearing that 'pop' when you broke the suction seal. Sounded like a cork from a champagne bottle-"

"-OMG, was he eating that thing!"

"…His whole face was glazed over like a donut-"

Jeanette can't stop laughing, "-Mikayla! OK, why are you so loud right now? Bye!"

Mikayla laughs as she hangs up. She takes the cotton swab and rubs the inside of her cheeks with it. She placed the swab into the provided sealed envelope.

The next day at the office, she drops her DNA sample in the overnight carrier bin.