"Auntie, there's a white hair here, let me pluck it for you."
Amelia Miles leaned towards Daisy Clarke and quietly plucked two strands of hair.
Daisy remained cheerful, continuing her chatter with Amelia.
Come evening, with Damon Hawke pinning Amelia under him, she remembers to remind him, "Honey, don't forget to get two strands of Mary's hair at the office tomorrow."
Damon gave a murmured acknowledgment, his large hands continued their teasing.
"No, maybe I should go instead, lest she takes the opportunity to butter you up."
Thinking about Mary's intentions towards Damon, Amelia decided to take matters into her own hands.
Damon's eyes filled with swirling darkness, "Wife, can we focus a little right now? You're asking for trouble."
"Ouch, take it easy, are you a wolf or something?"
"Hmm, the big bad wolf is about to eat the little white rabbit."
The next day.
Kensington Group's CEO office.
Mary knocked and entered, carrying a pot of tea in her hands.
