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

Mr. Henderson slowly closed the folder and stood up, saying he would review the documents at his own office before signing.

When the heavy glass door of the conference room clicked shut behind him, Harold turned on me. “You see what I mean, Martha? You are dragging your feet, and it looks bad to our key clients.”

Before I could answer, he walked out,continue reading …