Even with the promise of getting her bills paid, Mina took her sweet time at the police station. After all, she finally had her blonde adversary right where she wanted her. It was petty, but for all the years of pain and embarrassment at the hands of Victoria, Mina wanted to savor it for a bit.

Chief O'Law led her to the telephone room where Victoria sat, angrily stewing behind a panel of bullet proof glass. She tapped her fingers frantically on the phone and displayed an anguish stricken grimace. Even in her expensive yellow blazer and grey mini skirt, she still looked like hell. Mina walked over to the phone, picked it up and was immediately barraged with angry words.

"Took you long enough to get here," Victoria growled. "And they say we blondes are stupid. Little do they know about dumb brunettes like you!"

She had arrived late on purpose, but Mina could hardly stand for Victoria's hard-line demeanor. "Gee," the brunette attorney mocked, "And here I thought blondes were supposed to be happy, bubbly and cheerful. Guess that doesn't apply to you!"

"Why don't you read the room," Victoria shouted, gripping her phone angrily. "Guess you really are stupid, brunette!"

Mina was ready to throw her phone down. "Why don't you treat people better instead of trash, you nasty blonde!"

"Dumb blonde!!!"

"Cruel brunette!"

It was like an invisible line of fire seared between the rivaling girls' eyes, both ready to defend their particular hair pigment to the death.

A snarky interjection interrupted them. Chief O'Law placed her hand on Mina's seat. "And it all turns to grey when you get to my age, then you get to dye it any color you like!"

"Well then, Vicki!" Mina hissed. "I hope you go dye yourself!"

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Consumed in fury, Victoria looked like she'd burst through the glass panel. "Not if you dye first!"

"Hold it, drama queens!" the chief screamed. "There will be no hair dye homicide on my watch! Miss Electra, you are already a suspect in a murder case. I thought you had something to ask of Miss Attorney?!"

Taking a deep breath, Victoria pushed her shiny blonde hair over her shoulder, crossed her legs and her arms to match. She scoffed, "This girl can go dye her hair in a well for all I care!"

Mina stood up to leave. "Fine, I'll do that. Minus the dyeing. My hair is beautiful as is! I hope you rot in prison, Vicki!"

She stomped towards the door, but suddenly, there was a cry from behind her. "Wait!!!!"

Mina turned around. Victoria was crying behind the glass. This image was something Mina had imagined countless times in school: Victoria going to Mean Person Jail and reduced to endless tears. Normally, the young attorney would have used this opportunity to gloat, but something had stopped her. When she observed the crystalline tears running down the mean girl's cheeks, there was something she had never seen before-- vulnerability.

Mina slowly picked up the phone again. "Are you okay?" She winced over her own words directed at her enemy.

"T-the reason," Victoria said. "I called you, and not one of my mom's fancy silver attorneys is... because she can't find out about this!"

"What the huh?!" Mina asked with wide eyes. "Why can't she know?"

"She's on this international business trip. This would totally embarrass her!"

"Ah..." Mina said, pursing her lips.

The Electra Company was one of the biggest corporations, not only in the country, but in the world. They manufactured anything that you could plug in.

Victoria pounded on the glass frantically, her eyeliner running like black tears. "She can't know about this... She can't know I've been framed for murder...or she'll take away my yellow convertible and Taco!"

"Those truly are some rich white girl problems!" O'Law remarked. "But you are right. We don't serve tacos in prison."

"No..." Victoria gasped. "Taco is my purse pooch. My pet chihuahua! He'll never survive without his dear sweet mommy-kins!"

Mina remembered the adorable dog in her purse. She sighed. Due to a no pets allowed rule in her apartment, Mina couldn't own a dog or a cat or some other cute fluffy mammal so she lived vicariously through other's pets.

"So what do you say," Victoria demanded. "I'll pay you all the money you need as long as we keep this case under wraps!"

Mina placed a finger to her chin. She thought for a moment.

."Fine...." Mina said at last. "Vicki, for all the pain and misery you caused me...I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for two things: Money...and..."

She rested her head in her hands as her eyes glistened. "For Taco!"