The woman was beautiful. Her hair was long, fashionable, and unnaturally golden. She stared at her reflection for a very long time.

She thought about the things she had. Seven condos, six cars, one helicopter, and a couple of limos. She thought of the fans.

She thought of the razor in her hand. It was her very favorite possession. She tested its sharpness on her hair and watched it fall.

When she was out of hair she set the razor against her skin and gave a hysterical little laugh. She asked nobody, "Was this what you were offering?"