Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

45

5 months later
October

Nick

Meetings after meetings.

It made sense why I was busy lately. Christmas was in two months but instead of trading stocks and compiling trends in bonds, my mind was saturated with thoughts of her.

"That doll is doing good in sales, Matel is pleased," Mitch says through a grumble, messing with the clasp of his briefcase. "But the inventory is not moving fast enough."

"Blah blah blah"

I wasn't paying attention to him, choosing instead to look down at my phone for a notification.... maybe even a text from Wynter. It has been five months since she left the Pole but I always had hope.

"Hello! Nick" Mitch calls my name, snapping my gaze from my phone screen. "I said Matel wants to know the status of the Barbie dolls? When are you going to fulfill the rest of the inventory you promised them!"

"I'm Almost done" I lied, looking forward at the buildings in front of us.

"You've been saying that since March"

"And I'll say it till Christmas" I teased. Mitch didn't find the joke so humorous. He pulled out the phone that was vibrating in his pocket and glanced at the screen. "Uhh," he groaned. Probably a call from someone he hated.

"So what's next on the agenda of consumerism"

Mitch furrowed a brow, playing around with the phone buttons before pulling out his other phone for my schedule.

"Meeting with Hot wheels tomorrow at 10 then at 12 with the makers of some new show on Nick called Dog Patrol?"

"Oh great" I cursed.

"Also, Macy's is asking for a Santa for their parade in November. I figured since you and...."

"No way!" I cut him off immediately. Mitch was always here for a money grab, enrolling me in every venture that would make him richer.

"But imagine the headlines Nick! It's the millennials and gen z's new dream! A Hot Santa! Closing out the Macy's Thanksgiving parade."

"Find another clout obsessed Instagram model." I pull out my phone again, praying for any notification to distract me from this conversation. Mitch knew my identity as Santa was meant to remain anonymous. The board of directors and CEO thought of me as nothing more than a rich, spoiled entrepreneur who made it big, and frankly, I would like to keep it that way.

"Fine." He scoffed, making some notes on his phone. His phone beeped then rang again.
"Sorry, Nick. I have to take this.
"Have those Barbie dolls done ASAP! Got it?
Hello?Bob! How are you!" He pushes his cellphone to his ear before going to the valet to retrieve his car.
"I'll call you later Nick! Have it done!! I mean it!"

I tilt my head up towards the skyline of NYC. I always felt gloomy when I was in be the city. I couldn't even describe the state of my life since Wynter left. I was stagnant. I was indifferent to the joys of life. Samantha started coming around the castle more but I paid her no attention. She eventually got the hint. The last time I heard, she was dating Jack Frost. Good.
What did I care?
They deserved each other.

I feel my phone vibrate. Hastily, I snatched it out of my pocket, praying it was a text from Wynter.

Lizabeth: Hey Nick. Here's the address for the warehouse. Thursday at 6 am sharp!

Lizabeth texted me the address to the location. I still had to pose for the Santa campaign for Nubia cosmetics.

Nick: Have you told Wynter yet?