A Christmas Prince - Doah story - book 1

Chap 1

~at the office~

Corey: (walks in with a colleague) get a load of my next piece...ugly sweaters of the stars! It's going to be brilliant I tell ya!

Dixie: uhh...Excuse me Corey..

Corey: umm not now..

Dixie: this will just take a second. I just have a couple questions about your article..the fashion  week piece that I'm editing..

Corey: uhhh...okay go!

Dixie: we'll see the thing is Charli wanted 300 words and this is 650 and one of the designers you quoted wasn't even on the floor so..

Corey: Dixie i don't have time for this right now. Just clean it up!

Dixie: it's not just a clean up...it's a major rewrite..

Corey: what are you? The executive editor now?

Dixie: no...I-I'm just trying to explain that-

Corey: just fix it okay!

(Dixie sighs and starts walking towards Addison)

Addison: (sighs) that went well...let me guess your going to rewrite his stinky old article and save his butt just like you always do...

Dixie: well it is my job!

Bryce: you could tell him where to put it...

Dixie: I'm not telling him anything..

(Dixie sits down at her desk)

Addison: Dixie we are junior editors...not writers!

Dixie: (looks at Addison) well how else am I supposed to become a real journalist?

Addison: you'll get there!

Bryce: ofc you will!

Dixie: (picks up a letter) five rejection letters in a month...hardly killing it on the freelance writing market...

(Dixie gets a call and answers)

Secretary: Dixie, Charli wants to see you in her office now!

(Dixie looks at Addison and Bryce)

Addison: have fun..

(Dixie gets up and goes to Charli's office)

Dixie: if this is about Corey's article and About fashion week

Charli: forget fashion week...I got something else for you...so sit!

(Dixie sits down)

Charli: so...what do you know about the royal family of aldovia?

Dixie: aldovia? Wait...the king died last year and the prince who is supposed to take over is a total flake..

Charli: Flake...international playboy and Scandalous social lite, playboy prince Noah took off before daddy died which wouldn't be a problem except they have this interregnum thing.

Dixie: the time between two reigns...

Charli: right! In aldovia, it's a maximum of a year, which is about to expire. So they need a butt in the big chair by Christmas Day.

Dixie: but if the prince is MIA, then what happens?

Charli: that's exactly what your going to find out. His royal hotness is due back this weekend. but just in case he abdicates, I need someone there to capture the fireworks. They got a press conference scheduled for the 18th, and I need boots on the ground..

Dixie: I don't want to shoot myself in the foot, but why me?

Charli: you're talented, hungry, smart. And none of my regular writers can go this week...

(Dixie nods)

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Addison: (flicks through online articles) this guy is your assignment?

Dixie: he thinks he is so hot..

Addison: Mm, another secret girlfriend...

Dixie: gross! What a creep.

Bryce: chill out. He's like a 12!

Dixie: not my type!

Bryce: honey, he's everyone's type..

Dixie: not mine.

Addison: if I set you up with one more hot, successful guy who you blow off I'm going to punch you girl.

Bryce: ouch...

Dixie: i-im just not on the market..

Addison: (sighs) you and Griffin broke up, what a year ago?

Bryce: you can't let him make you gun-shy

Dixie: can we just not talk about my love life right now?

Addison: seriously dix, this assignment could jumpstart your career!

~later on that night at marc's diner~

Marc: hey guys, how's the pie?

Customer: Marc, do we even need to say anything?

Customer 2: the best!

(Dixie walks in)

Marc: that's what we like to hear!

Dixie: (sighs) got my regular up?

Marc: yeah. We got a Coney Island bloodhound and a blonde with sand! That'll be $4.95

Dixie: put it on my tab...

Marc: what, you think your special?

Dixie: maybe just a little bit.

(Dixie kisses marc's cheek)

Dixie: thank, pop!

Marc: okay, hey listen, Christmas Eve, instead of doing our regular corn dogs I was thinking maybe I'll make a big batch of my famous five-alarm Chili. You know, it was your mom's favourite...

(Dixie sighs again)

Marc: what, dix, what?

Dixie: my editor has given me a story to cover..

Marc: your own story?

Dixie: I-it's about the royal family of Aldovia...the prince, he's a bit of a playboy, he might even abdicate.

Marc: peanut, this sounds like it's gonna be your big break!

Dixie: yeah, but the thing is, I'd have to be away through Christmas and I know that you'd be alone. I just-

Marc: sounds like you need a bit of fatherly advice 101...when me and your mom opened this place, there where a million reasons why not to, but your mom said "Marc, you gotta take a chance."

Dixie: so your telling me to open a diner?

Marc: ha, no. I'm telling you to stay true to your dreams, all right? And success will follow!
Huh? That's good right?

Dixie: sounds like a fortune cookie..

Marc: all right, anyways the point is...you gotta take a risk if your gonna win! So don't worry about your old man! I'll be fine, alright?
You go over there to Aldi-whatnot-

Dixie: Aldovia..

Marc: aldovia, that's it. And you make us proud!

(Dixie and Marc share a sweet hug)

Marc: all right, still $4.95 though

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Authors note:
I'm writing this from the movie "a Christmas prince" from Netflix so I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 953