Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

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Brenda’s hand went to her collar, her fingers clutching the silver chain around her neck.

“The computer that accessed those files at three o’clock was the one on your desk, Brenda,” I said. “Using the shared password you copied from my notebook while I was at lunch.”

“This is ridiculous,” Brenda said, looking at Harold for help. “I continue reading …