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A blue-gray eyed adult with dark blonde hair, olive skin and was wearing a police uniform, was currently shell-shocked. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open wide like a fish and she was frozen still.
She swallowed. "I-I have to dye and my cut hair?" she squeaked quietly, her eyes still widened in surprise.
The person in front of her sigh but nodded her head "Yes, since you are going to go there as a Southern person and we couldn't get you to travel incognito if you don't dye your hair and cut your hair" she explained.
Azzurra bit her bottom lip, holding herself not to curse. "B-but! I got my blonde hair from my mother! She'll be sad that I dyed it just for a mission! And I love to have a long hair!" she reasoned trying to defend her hair which is now at stake.
The woman in front of her sigh in frustration, she hated dealing with this British-Italian woman. Of all policemen and women in here why was she chosen to take care of this one? Chief really knows how to choose people. She also made a mental note to lecture Chief about choosing the right people for the right job later. She was the assistant of the Chief after all…
She also had to wonder how the hell did Azzurra got to be a policewoman in the first place. God, no, she had to push those thoughts away and glared at Azzurra.
"Signora Azzura, I have to or else they will raise suspicion on us" the assistant pointed out trying to be patient with the other woman.
"No!" Azzurra shrieked like a little girl, hugging her long blonde hair dearly. "No! I got a blonde hair and I'm okay with it! I don't wanna dye my hair! Long hair is also fine to me! Boys like long-haired girls anyways!" she wailed. Azzurra just lost her manners in front of this woman right now, who is, the Chief's assistant.
The assistant was now getting impatient, growing thick-marks on her head. "You have to Signora Azzurra, or else you will raise suspicion and then they'll figure out your real identity in matter of seconds" she said through gritted teeth. Clenching her fist was the best idea for her not to curse in front of the other adult.
"Why?! Why can't they just let me wear contact lenses or something like Luana! Or wear a wig! I don't want to dye my beautiful hair, o-or cut it!" Azzurra was now particularly wailing like a little girl who desperately wants a new toy. "Momma will be so sad that I dyed my hair and cut my hair!"
"I know that she wouldn't mind if you are dying your hair for her sake! Your hair will also grow anyways!" the assistant snapped, her black eyes flaring with anger and her voice struck like venom.
Azzurra shook her head vigorously, not giving up on this argument. "No! Dying my hair is not an option! Momma was so proud of me to have blonde hair like her! And don't you know how long it is for your hair to grow?! Like about ten years!"
The assistant took deep breaths, counting to ten then she looked up to Azzurra with a piercing glare in which Azzurra didn't flinch at all and just replied with a glare.
"Signora Azzurra, trust me that your mother won't be bothered by this, besides you can redo a dye or just dye your hair blonde again! And be patient for waiting your hair to grow, for heaven's sake!"
But to the assistant's annoyance, Azzurra wasn't buying it. "No! I don't wanna! I don't want or even like to go through all the process of redoing the dye or even dye my hair blonde again because its not original anymore! It will be blonde but its dye blonde! Not original blonde that I got from my momma and grandma! Besides dying my hair is bad for the hair! It will get frizzy and stuff! Also, men like women with long hair, not short! And don't you know that I am an impatient person?!" Azzurra reasoned while shouting in front of the assistant.
The assistant clenched her fist, clenching her jaws tightly, trying not to to let out a curse and her head was right now steaming red with anger.
That's it.
Snap.
The assistant lost her patience.
She turned around and just took out a pair of scissors from the table. It glinted evilly silver in the light of the room and Azzurra's eyes widened in fear.
"W-what a-are you doing?" Azzurra asked, backing down from the Chief's assistant as she looked like an evil witch right now.
The woman smiled at her innocently, brandishing the pair of scissors. "Oh nothing, Signora Azzurra just getting the scissors out" she said nonchalantly, still smiling at Azzurra.
Azzurra gulped.
She knows where this is going and she is so doomed as she just made the Assistant's Chief snap her patience and angry at her.
She then turned around from the assistant and ran for her life. "HEEEEELLLLPPP!" she shouted as she ran out of the room, disturbing her coworkers. Sadly no one helped that poor woman from her misery and just go back to work, as they do not want to face the assistant's wrath and prefers to have their head sticking to their neck, thank you very much.
And from outside of the Italiano Direzion Investigativa di Polizia, passersby could hear the sound of a scissor snipping, a mad laughter and a pained shriek, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!".
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