I pulled the icepack away from my eyes, peeling the microfiber wrapping off the still-open cut under my eye.
"Um, you're pulling my hair," I snapped at Delilah, my hair girl. Not "Deedee" like I'd thought previously. Delilah. She was so fucking stupid -- she was a half an hour late to the appointment in my suite because she didn't understand what
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