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"How did I do?"
"You did way too much. Went over the line in fact but..."
"But what?"
"You have a bob. My hair's usually in a bun and my make-up minimal. Why didn't they notice that?"
"Do you know who they are?" I asked as I turned the corner.
"No, I couldn't tell from their voices."
"Then they probably never noticed your hair before since it's always tied back. Or they probably don't care. They look like the type not to really care. Is everyone in your office dressed so stuffily?"
"What do you mean stuffy?" she asked just as I arrived at the CFO's office. "Buttoned-downs buttoned all the up, fat neckties, calf-length skirts."
"We mean serious business there, Scar," she said. "Lucien doesn't mess around."
"Apparently," I said. "Look at how cold this interior is."
"What do you mean cold? It's sophisticated."
"No, it's dark. There's no warmth and color."
"Scar, I'm not doing this with you. Go in to see David and hand the document over. Oh no, first of all, confirm what it is."
I did as she asked and observed the file.
"Revenue share between shareholders," I said.
"Oh alright, I know what that is," she said. "He'll probably not ask you any questions, and if he does, just say you'll get back to him."
"Sophie, you're forgetting that I work in this fold too, and my boy might not be a billionaire, but we deal with serious business as well. So, whatever questions he asks, I'm ready to answer."
"Okay," she said just as I knocked on the door and headed in.
His secretary was still available, and she immediately smiled at me as I came in.
"Hey Sophie," she greeted, and I smiled back.
"Can I go in? Delivery from Lucien."
"Sure," she said, but then she stopped for a moment and looked up from her screen.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," I replied, and her eyes narrowed. "Your voice is coarser than usual. Are you sick?"
"Um..." I started to think of an excuse to give for why I didn't have my sister's soft dulcet tone, but then she caught yet another massive difference in me.
"Holy shit, you cut your hair," she stood up then and started to march toward me.
I felt ambushed and extremely nervous, but I managed to stay in my place as the elderly lady came over.
"I saw you this morning, and you had your usual bun, and your hair was brown. Now it's a bob and pitch black? What happened? Are you trying out styles for your wedding?"
There were so many questions being asked that I didn't know how to respond or where to start, but thankfully her landline began to ring, so she momentarily forgot her interrogation and hurried back to her desk.
"Sir?" She answered and kept her eyes on me, studying me. I lowered my gaze and looked around.
