I heard a knock on my office door before a beautiful woman walked in, her heels clacking against the tile floor. "Ah, yes, uh, can I help you?" I asked. I was busy, but I had manners. She turned her attention away from the credentials on my wall and looked towards me. Her long black hair shimmered in the sunlight coming from my window. It was a deep black, about as dark as ink. Then she cleared her throat. "Yes, are you..." She trailed off and looked at her phone. "...Dr. Siwel?" "Of course. I pointed to the plate with my name on it on my desk." She took a breath, then sat down across from me. "So, correct me if I'm wrong, but you created hair dye, right? "You are correct. I have created a variety of colors, including black, red, brown, and blonde, and I am currently working on others. If I may ask, you are...?" "Del Collon. I want to dye my hair blonde. As blonde as it will go." Although shocked, I got up from my chair and walked over to a shelf containing the blondest dye I had created so far. It wasn't my business what the customers wanted. I sat back down and asked for $135 to pay for it.
So I received a call about a month later from the same woman, Del Collon. She said she wanted to talk about something over coffee. I told her that I'd try to make time in my schedule. Even though it had been a few months since I had launched the whole program, I was still getting interviews from all over the world and my company had made contracts with many other different ones. About a week later, I called her up and told her I'd be free the next day. We decided to meet at the local coffee shop. I finished up some work, had a conference, then went to bed. I woke up early and took a shower. What did she want, anyway? Ugh, maybe she wants to complain about how the dye doesn't last. Finishing up, I grabbed my keys