“Maria. Help,” Diana said as she approached her assistant’s desk.

Maria looked up and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I have that interview this morning,” Dianna replied.

“I thought it was a phone interview?”

Dianna shook her head. “No, the journalist is coming here, so I need you to help me.”

“What the hell happened to your hair?”

Dianna groaned as she led the way into her office. “I asked my mother to come over and help me get ready and then we got into a fight and I asked her to leave before she could finish my hair.”

“O-kay,” Maria said slowly, “but that doesn’t explain all this.”...