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“Well, you know what they say…” I raise an eyebrow, waiting on her reply. “Blondes have more fun.”
“Really? I’ll let you know when that happens,” I answer, rolling my eyes. I’m doing that way too much lately. I force a grin and go back to my office.
I sit at my desk and find Margie has followed me and is leaning against the door jamb. “I mean, I’ve always wanted to go blonde, but I was too scared.”
I nod as I look up at her. “Well, I guess everyone has to do something out of the ordinary.”
“Do you think it suits me?”
“I suppose.” I sigh at myself. I didn’t want to sound like a bitch, but I couldn’t lie to her either. “If I’m brutally honest, I prefer your natural color.”
“Ugh, but brown is so boring.”
“It doesn’t have to be. You could have gotten some highlights, slowly test out being blonde.” If looks could kill for having an opinion, I’d be in a box six feet under right now. “I thought you were going to Ruby to get it cut. Maybe you just need a new style.”
“Yes. You’re right. With a new cut and it being blonde, it’ll be like a new me.”
“It sure will.” I give up. There’s no point in trying to get her to see sense.
“Shall we get this briefing done?”
“Yes of course, I’m ready.” Her blonde keeps distracting me, but we finally trudge through the briefing and finish up. She leaves my office, and my stomach churns nauseatingly. First the change of clothes, then the hair. What the hell is she doing It seemed strange to me that I could possibly be her inspiration for a complete makeover.
By the time lunchtime comes around, I have a headache from hell. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to concentrate, I pack up and made the decision to work from home.
I stop by Margie’s on my way out.“Margie, I’m heading out for the day. I think I have a migraine coming. I’ll be working from home, so call my cell or email me if you need me.”
“Oh no.” She cocks her head to the side as she studies me. “Yes, you’d be much better at home, I agree. Don’t worry, I’ll hold down the fort here.”
“Thanks.” I close the door and that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach gets worse.
I jump in my car and start the engine. Before I leave, I text Ruby. If anyone can figure out what’s going on with me, it’s her. She’ll be able to put my mind at rest.
Please tell me you have no appointments so I can come over and have a coffee?
She replies instantly: I’m in between appointments, but I do have thirty minutes spare. You okay?
I’m on my way.
I put the car in drive and make my way to Ruby’s salon. The traffic is light, it only takes me ten minutes to get there.
I park behind the salon, lock up the car, and go in search of Ruby.The bell rings above my head when I walk in. Just as I was about to pass the receptionist, she stops me. “Can I help you?”
“I’m just here to see Ruby.” She must be new because I don’t remember seeing her the last time I was in here.
“What’s your name? And I’ll tell her you’re here.”
“I don’t have an appointment; I just need to see Ruby.”
“Ma’am, if you don’t have an appointment, you won’t be able to see Ruby. She has back to back appointments today.”
“I know. But I just spoke to her and she said she’d be able to see me. She’s my best friend,” I tell her, trying to hold my anger back. I really didn’t need this shit. “Just tell her Reagan is here.”
The receptionist, who seems like she has a stick up her ass, rolls her eyes and turns away, sighing.
I fold my arms across my chest and tap my toe on the tiled floor.
“Reagan!”
