Saccharina sat immobile – trying to channel sphinx. Powerful people did not over-emote or talk too much. She knew that. Nor did they take out hits on their hairdressers. But there was no way around it.
Mars was in Leo and her hair was no longer blonde, it was ashen. Like she was a 1000 year old vampire or an astronaut stuck in the gravity of Saturn vortex. Like fallout dust. Like her delusions of love left over from when Pluto was in Sagittarius. And the BANGS? Fuq. She would tear out her hair if the amount of product used had not made that an impossibility.
She looked like Draco Malfoy’s aunt; the one who was always in therapy but it never worked.
Her Scorpio Maid/N.S.A. agent was not concerned. She’d seen her Piscean charge through several such existential crisis situations before. She had the champagne in her handbag and the Hot Kahuna G-Spot Guy on speed-dial.
But she was waiting for the right moment to tell Saccharina that the coins gifted by her long-time absentee soulmate were not actually from Ancient Mesopotamia.