Merry Elfing Xmas by Loni Ree EPUB & PDF- eBook Details
- Author: Loni Ree
- Language: English
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I’d rather have toothpicks jabbed under my fingernails.” That’s a
goddamn understatement. I grab my suit coat and follow Easton, my business
partner, out the door of my temporary office. We’re headed to hell. Literal
hell. Every moment I spend in this tiny fucking town seems like an eternity.
“You’re trying to soothe ruffled feathers,” he reminds me as we walk down
the deserted hallway. “And the best way to do that is by attending the
company-sponsored Christmas party. Even if it sucks.”
I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Fucking hell. The last thing I want to do is
show up at the goddamn party, but I don’t have a choice. Closing this deal is
going to drive me to drink.
My advisers really screwed the pooch on this deal. After Santa’s Shoppe’s
owner died without an heir, the residents in Blue Spruce, Ohio, have worried
about the future of the town’s largest employer. My acquisition advisors
assured me that buying Santa’s Shoppe would stabilize the small town’s
economy while making me lots of money. The fuckers promised me an easy
transaction. Unfortunately, they underestimated the small town’s dislike of
outsiders. My first meeting with the town council was a fucking nightmare. I
walked into a goddamn ambush.
“There shouldn’t be ruffled feathers,” I growl, pissed off at the reception
we’ve received. What should’ve been an easy in-and-out job turned into a
constant fight with the locals. “We’re saving the largest employer in town,
not burning it to the ground.”
An hour ago, I was sitting in my temporary office, looking forward to the end
of the day from hell. Now, I’m about to attend this fucking Christmas party
with a bunch of assholes who’d like to run me and my company out of town.
God, I need a drink. A strong fucking drink.
The sound of Christmas carols hits us as we head down the back staircase.
“Just smile and ignore the death threats,” Easton teases, but the situation isn’t
funny. After announcing our plans for Santa’s Shoppe, I expected a warm
welcome. We’re planning to keep all the employees and expand the business.
I walked into a routine meeting with the city officials
“It’s hard to ignore it when the mayor threatens to hang you by your citified
Scrooge private parts.” I shudder to myself, remembering the meeting from
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