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Silver reflected in the mirror and winced at the state of her hair. Stress was fatal and took its toll on everything, in her, her hair fiber was the one that suffered the most. The shine had diminished and the ends looked parched. So much effort trying to maintain a luxurious mane and in a few days all the work was gone. 

In the last three days their president had held off, after the somewhat risque conversation, but staying on guard all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to the maximum. 

He searched his dresser drawer for a pair of scissors. When there was no solution, it was better to cut. 

He moved the scissors from here to there removing everything that seemed mistreated until he was satisfied. Her mane, which previou