Robyn Farinelli and a co-worker sat in Robyn's office at Central Massachusetts Medical Center chatting the afternoon away and flipping through fashion magazines. Lunch break was long since over, that was one of the advantages of having your father be the Chief of Staff.
"What do you think?" Robyn asked her friend as she held out a long section of her silky, raven hair. "Should I go for the red highlights? Think Cal will like them?"
"Go for it. Men like interesting hair – as long as it falls close to good boobs," her co-worker said. "Actually, men like anything as long as it falls close to good boobs!"
They laughed until being interrupted by Robyn's phone. She hit the speaker button and made her voice sound very official, "Hospital Administration. This is Robyn Farinelli."
"Hey,
