Snippet 9

Relina was totally engrossed in the magazine she was reading, or at least she appeared to be. Dorothy suspected that she was more focused on her thoughts and the noise of the hair drier currently encasing her head. Regardless the former Queen of the World was literally lost in her own world. Dorothy sat before the mirror examining her newly sculpted brows. Gone was the characteristic fork that marked her as a descendant of the lineage of Dermail. The weight of that heritage suddenly lifted from her shoulders as well, she felt like a new woman.

Perhaps she ought to take this whole 'make over' thing to a new level she mused, how difficult could it be to adopt a new personality?The blonde heiress smirked running a brush through her long platinum locks and on a whim parted her hair down the middle and fashioned each length into the only fashion a certain braided Shinigami feared more than her formerly freaky brows, 'scary-une-buns.' she chuckled. The things that boy came up with never ceased to amaze her and she could barely wait to see his reaction to her new look, trading brows for buns would probably put him into an apoplectic fit…but it would be such fun.. She thought gleefully then cast a look over her shoulder to be sure Relena was still lost to the droning of the dryer which gratefully she was. It would not do to ruin her image completely by acting so childish. Treize had known of her wicked sense humor of course…and Zechs when he could be made to cooperate. but aside from her childhood companions most still saw her as the ice princess she pretended to be.

"Get your hands off me you insufferable sycophant!" the shout was almost a shriek and immediately garnered the attention of everyone within earshot. "Get back…leave me be. If you don't so help me…you WILL regret it!" the voice was near frantic.

Dorothy Catalonia slipped from her styling stool and quickly made her way down hall and around the corner drawn to the ruckus like moth to a flame. The spectacle was every bit as delicious as she had hoped. One Quatre Raberba Winner had been backed into a corner by more than a half dozen personal attendants, image consultants and PR personnel. Presently he was standing on one of the stylist chairs dressed in a terry cloth robe holding a blow dryer in each hand as if they were wing zero's twin buster cannons. His manner and authority seemed to have most of those in the vicinity completely cowed…all but a stern looking woman holding a clipboard as if it were a shield. "Mr. Winner, get down from there this instant and stop this ridiculous display!" she scolded "What would your father say!"

The outrage on the young blondes face drained to stone, his arms dropping to his side. There was a look of triumph on the woman's face but it was short lived. "You're fired." The boy said quietly.

"What?" his aid asked stunned.

"You Are fired." Quatre said again, his voice even. "I don't need you. I am the CEO of WEI not my father. I don't need you picking out my shirts or telling me how to wear my hair or who I can and can not spend my time with. YOU ARE DISMISSED, see my secretary to collect your pay and be gone From my presence…from my life!"

The woman gaped like a fish, "Leave now," Quatre said jumping down from his chair and advancing on the harridan.

"But..." she faltered, backing away her flunkies keeping in step falling back as well.

"GO!" he shouted throwing up his arms sending them scuttling toward the door. A display like that deserved to be recognized. Dorothy began applauding and she wasn't the only one in the spa to do so…though she had likely been the first.

Teal eyes blinked at her and the shaggy blonde head canted sideways for an instant Quatre's mouth opened then closed then opened again before he finally managed a "Dorothy?"

"That was brilliant Mister Winner truly exquisite." She beamed clasping her hands to her breast.

"Maybe I was too harsh…maybe I should ring her cell and apologize." He wavered.

"You will do nothing of the sort." Dorothy scolded mildly, then changed tactics, "Besides it seemed as if your complaint was completely justified to me. What was the matter again?"

"The guys are doing something with preventer this weekend and she wasn't going to let me go." The fire returned to his normally calm eyes all thought of apologies forgotten for the time being. Through grit teeth seethed, "She said it wasn't appropriate for me to be seen with them. APPROPRIATE!!! Trowa and the others…"

"The woman is clearly an idiot." Dorothy assured him. "Now since you've lost your stylist, how about something new… something she would never allow.

"What do you have in mind? Nothing permanent I hope."

"Oh no nothing like that, one summer I helped Treize…" she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

Quatre chuckled darkly, eyes shining thoughtful and bright, "You know Miss Catalonia I should know better than to listen anything you come up with while wearing you hair like that…but I like it…I really like it."

"Its no more drastic than anything the others have tried as of late." She defended, but it seemed the Winner heir was already sold on the idea.