6

Aidan reflected in the mirror and winced at the state of his hair. The stress was fatal and took its toll on everything. In him, his hair fiber was the one that he suffered the most. His shine had dimmed and his ends looked parched. So much effort trying to maintain luxurious hair and in a few days all the work had gone overboard. 

For the last three days, their president had been keeping in line?, after the somewhat heated conversation. But keeping his guard up all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to maximum. 

He looked in his dresser drawer for a pair of scissors. When there was no solution, it was better to cut. 

He moved the scissors from here to there removing everything that seemed mistreated until he was satisfied. He had never liked short hair the way young men his age would wear it. A little longer seemed to him that it gave him a more youthful air although this one used to grow very fast. Her hair that had previous