awesome reader, Dawn Anderson.
Nicole Flattery’s office window, taunting her with their cold beauty. They
landed gracefully on the evergreen boughs and velvet red ribbons wrapped around
the old-fashioned lampposts lining Boston’s streets. Another Christmas alone
buried up to her eyeballs in work she can never seem to see her way out of.
into the phone.
more changes to the aesthetics of the outside. He’s trying to reel in his
places, it’ll help. But the development firm is really picky about their rule.
Not to mention the town council. It may not fly.”
remind you how important this account is to our firm.”
she worked, she could never seem to please him. “No, of course not. I’ll take
care of him. You can count on me.”
breath. She pulled up the files for the development’s terms and conditions.
She’d been working day and night on this account and had thought they’d finally
made it through this phase of the development. The growing stack of projects
sitting on the edge of her desk, mocked her. They would have to wait a little
said, bustling into the room with another file in her hand.
home and you can’t go.”
Christmas, but the way things are going, that’s not looking very promising.”
days. You can take a long weekend.”
And she’d hate to see the look on Jim’s face when she had to give her weekly
progress report. Her work hours were grueling. She gave it all she had, and was
moving up in the company fast, but it was getting more and more difficult to
find a good balance between her work life and home life.
I want that promotion.”
Mr. Morris is a fool if he can’t see that.”
going before that snow gets worse.”
heath and safety. Nicole had a tendency to put in a few late nights more often
than she should, but even she didn’t want to be walking home from the train in
screen. She’d only read through a couple of pages of the development’s
specifications when the phone rang again.
panic in Mary Margaret’s voice struck an unexpected blow to her insides. She
hadn’t heard from her father’s neighbor in at least a year. Maybe more. And she
certainly hadn’t heard that tone, not since she was a child and Landry had
fallen through the ice.
old picture on her desk. Her father in his Santa outfit, one arm over her
spotty pre-teen self, beaming in a green elf costume. “Is my dad okay?”
he didn’t break his neck. He never listens.”
beginning. What happened?”
to hang his Christmas lights and fell off. How many times have I told him he
doesn’t need to be up on that ladder, especially at his age.”
bushes and destroyed his shrubbery. Luckily he only broke his leg and not his
fool neck. Though he does have a minor concussion.”
image of her father lying on the ground amidst the broken branches and waxy
papers strewn across her desk. Her dad needed her. She was all he had. A
no-brainer. So why wasn’t she moving? Or breathing?
stood, staring at her desk trying to decide what to take, and what to leave.
need someone to stay with him for the next 24 hours.”
nice to see you again, sweetheart. It’s been way too long.”
exactly how long. She hung up the phone. The snow falling outside changed from
a picturesque fluttering to a harried flurry.
“Don’t worry, I can work from my dad’s place in New Hampshire,” she offered
quickly before he could object.
don’t forget if it looks at anytime like you can’t get it done, call Steve.”
of giving up this account. She grabbed the bulk of the files along with her
laptop and dropped them into her briefcase before heading out the door, all the
while praying her father was okay.
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