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"Merry Christmas, Jules"

Our company mostly works during the holidays. which was a real pain and made me miss a lot of family dinners and vacations. It pays well, so at least that. The boss sent an urgent email informing everyone that all future work would be done remotely.As the advisor of the company, I called him after the meeting to ask if anything particular happened to cause the sudden change. He dismissed my worries and I continued my work.
Three days later, on Christmas Eve,

"Yes mom, I promise I'll be there this year." Your mom's stubbornness comes through, "I still hear you typing. You can't even leave your work for a moment to talk to your dear mother. " While your mother pretended to cry on the other end of the line, you were correcting some grammar errors before sending an email to a coworker.

"Yes, Mom, I promise." She sounded like a child asking her mother for permission to eat candy. In this case, I'm the mother. "Yes Mom, I promise." You usher her away before she continues her rant.
After talking to a couple of family members whom your mother made you talk to,you've finally finished your " Finally, you continue working while responding to your coworker's response a few hours later: "Finally, almost done."
Now it's almost 12, and if I don't hurry, I'll be late. Now I just need to import the data from the hard drive.

"Mmm, actually, where is that hard drive?" you ask as you Ramesh around your surroundings looking for that darn hard drive. Please don't tell me I left it in the office, "you kept looking, hoping you hadn't.

I can't find it anywhere... Maybe I can stop by the office before the party. You

got dressed up and headed to the office before the party.

You are fortunate to have your own key in case of an emergency. Your boss wouldn't mind, especially if it was for work.

You walk to your desk, but an awful odor fills your nose. At the very least, they could take out the garbage. You already had an upcoming migraine from the smell. You got to your desk, where the smell was completely horrendous. You cover your nose and look through your desk. "There it is." You grabbed your flash drive and stuffed it into your purse.

You bonded with the idea of whether you should take out the trash. Should I? "If that smell sticks on me, but if the situation hasn't been handled up to now, I don't want the workers to deal with it

. Well, let's do one little nice thing before Christmas ends. " You bravely face the odor, which you deduce is coming from your boss's office, and make your way over there.

"Here we go," you said, bracing yourself for the world's worst garbage.

That can't be right. You wish you hadn't opened that You start stumbling backward when you hit something broad.

The sensation of someone's fingers holding you up straight on your shoulder

A whisper is heard next to your ear.

Merry Christmas, Jules.

It seems you came to join the party.