I decided there was nothing left to discuss.

But before I could leave, Blair confronted me, and what happened next went far past a verbal argument.

By the time office security pulled her off me, I was standing in the executive restroom, staring at my reflection, stunned by what she had done to my hair.

Most of it was gone — jagged, hacked, ruined.

The person in the mirror barely looked like anyone I knew.

I will not describe the minutes before the mirror.