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The Mistletoe-Incident - Part 1

Christmas is a peaceful time to spend with your family.

Too bad that someone decided to steal all the mistletoes and use them to fix some relationships.

There's no better excuse for a kiss than a mistletoe after all.

Unfortunately, a kiss doesn't fix everything.

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Please do not question why everyone is alive.

It's just a Christmas miracle.

Silent night

"I can't believe that you want to let her get away with this."

"I am not.", Reginald narrowed his eyes at Carol "I said I will leave that to Sven. As her father it is his responsibility to care for Harriet. You know, like any parent should."

Carol glared back at that obvious jab at her own character and growled "Do not start that again, Copperbottom..."

"I would never start anything, Cross... Contrary to you I have respect and empathy for certain people."

While Reginald and Carol were staring at each other intense enough to spark a fire between them, one of said certain people was on the opposite side of the table, holding his head in his hands. Right Hand Man was sitting next to him, keeping an eye on the situation, ready to step in when necessary.

After a moment of just staring, Carol huffed "You act as if I've never cared about him."

"When did you ever care about him?", Reginald cut her off before she could answer "As a mother, not as a self-absorbed superior talking to a recruit. You would've never even told him who you were if Terry wouldn't have come back."

"Why did it matter? Burt was doing perfectly fine on his own.", now it was her turn to talk over his response "If it was so important, why did you never tell him? Shouldn't you have been his 'uncle'?"

"It wasn't my place to tell him, or anybody else for that matter. He's your son, not mine.", Reginald crossed his arms and looked at her with one eyebrow raised "Would you have preferred to be outed as an uncaring parent right then and there? I'm sure that would've gotten you a lot of respect from our members, especially the ones around his age."

Carol smiled in a manner that was more reminiscent of an animal baring its teeth as a last warning "I was and am an elite, Copperbottom. They have to respect me. They cannot question my authority."

"Well, maybe I should've demoted you then.", Reginald gave a very similar smile back "And might I add... Among those who 'cannot question your authority' is the third in command of the entire clan, the heads of communication and accounting, an elite who's wiring a lot of money to-."

Finally, Carol snapped "None of them were anything back then!" She glared across the table "Are you just going to let him talk to me like that?!"

It was silent for a moment, bringing a smug look to Reginald's and a dark shade of red to Carol's face.

Until Terrence groaned and leaned back in his chair so far, he almost fell over backwards, before taking his hands off his face. "One day... One day is too much to ask of you... Wipe that shit-eating-grin off your face, Reg."

Reginald leaned back in his own chair and looked at Right Hand Man, who just looked back with confirmation that this had indeed not gone in his favor. "Little bit too far, Reg..."

It hadn't gone in Carol's favor either, despite what she seemed to assume with her arrogant smile. Terrence continuing made that very clear. "And you shut up. I don't want either of you to talk the way you do to each other or to me or Wright or anybody." He gestured to the closed door to their room and the half-finished Christmas decorations. "I asked both of you to have at least one time during this month where we could at least act like a halfway functional family. And you both agreed! Hattie stealing decorations or Sven and Burt being stuck in their offices for longer than planned is not what is ruining this evening."