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top of her head that weighed a ton, looked gross and at a guess took a whole card of hair grips to hold in place? If you weren’t bald when you started your evening out, you certainly would be by the end of it.
    And yet it was a genuine sixties product, Magenta mused, leaning her cheek against her folded arms as she stared at the unappealing hairpiece and waiting for inspiration to strike. She’d been so enthusiastic up to now, seeing only the good, the fun and the innovation of the sixties. But, realistically, how many other things about that time would have got right up her nose?
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    â€˜Magenta…Magenta! Wake up!’
    â€˜What’s wrong?’ Magenta started with alarm as someone grabbed hold of her arm and shook her awake. Well dressed in sixties style, the girl looked smart and bright—and totally unfamiliar. Magenta felt like she had the hangover from hell—and, not having had a drop to drink, that was a serious concern. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ Her neck suddenly didn’t seem strong enough to lift her ridiculously heavy head from the desk.
    â€˜Magenta, you have to get out of here now.’
    â€˜Why? Is there a fire?’
    â€˜Worse—Quinn,’ the girl explained with what sounded like panic in her voice. ‘He mustn’t find you here.’
    â€˜Why not?’ Magenta stared in bewilderment around her office, which seemed to have been cleared of all her creature comforts while she’d been asleep. But it wasn’t just theflowers, the coffee machine, the bottles of water or the family photographs that were missing. ‘Hey, where’s my laptop?’ she said, shooting up. ‘Has there been a robbery?’
    â€˜Magenta, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I do know you have to get out of here now.’
    â€˜All right, all right!’ Magenta exclaimed as the girl took her by the arm and physically dragged her towards the door. ‘I’m sure I locked this door last night.’
    â€˜I used my key.’ The girl shook a spare set in her face.
    â€˜What’s the rush? I’ll need my mobile phone, and where’s my tote, my handbag, my briefcase?’ Magenta demanded, glancing back at the vastly changed room.
    â€˜No more questions,’ her new friend hissed frantically, tugging at Magenta’s arm. ‘We don’t have time. Quinn will be here any minute.’
    A multitude of thoughts and impressions were slowly percolating through Magenta’s sluggish brain. This was a new girl, possibly someone Quinn had brought in. She seemed nice, though, confusingly, she seemed to know Magenta when Magenta was certain they had never met before. ‘Did Quinn get my list?’ she said, clinging on to priorities while her brain sorted itself out.
    â€˜What list? You didn’t give me a list.’
    â€˜No, that’s right—I gave it to Tess.’
    â€˜Tess?’
    This girl didn’t know Tess? ‘Sorry, uh…’
    â€˜Nancy,’ the girl supplied, looking at her with real concern. ‘Magenta, are you sure you’re okay?’
    â€˜Yes, I’m fine.’ This was growing stranger by the minute; if she hadn’t felt so heavy-headed she would have been faster off the mark. ‘I gave a list of the list of things Quinn should implement immediately to one of the girls in the office.’
    Nancy huffed. ‘If you had given me a list like that, I would have seriously lost it on purpose.’
    â€˜Has Quinn been bullying you?’ She forgot her own confusion; bullying in the office was one thing she wouldn’t stand, and Magenta’s concerns soared when Nancy refused to answer almost as if she was frightened of being overheard. ‘Well, no one’s going to bully you while I’m around—especially not Quinn.’
    Nancy hummed and started tugging on Magenta’s arm again. ‘I’m not joking, Magenta, we have to