A Good Buffer

Demyan 

I wrung my hands together as I constantly looked at the time on the gold watch on the wall of my boardroom space below my office. The thin knitted jersey I wore felt uncomfortable on my skin, my denim jeans felt too tight even though they were straight legs and very loose. My sneakers felt too small for my feet even though they were my perfect size. 

I had abandoned the wig completely these past few weeks. I just could not take the feeling of it on my head with my hair starting to grow out. My hair was still short but long enough that it gave me a more easy going tousled look. Pa was happy about it, EJ no longer called me Slim Shady and Oksana had started putting headbands on my hair to make me look pretty.