After lunch, the switchboard flashes like mad at my desk, and I see that Margo’s and Jake’s lines are busy. Nina also has a few calls on hold, so I buzz her to tell her to put one through to me. I sit down to deal with the first call and see Margo waving to me, smiling widely. She points at her head, then mine, indicating my hair, and gives me a thumbs-up, making me grimace. I don’t think I’ve worn it any other way than up during my five years here. I feel like I’m not ...