Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

5

"Okay Ladies! ....and Drew" I smile to my male coworker, "ideas for next year's Christmas palette! Go!" I announce, tapping my hand against the empty whiteboard.

"We can do a play on reindeer?"

"What about a Chrismas cookie paradise?"

I tapped my foot impatiently as I heard their ideas. None of them appealed to me. After a few more hours of brainstorming with no plans for good ideas, I end the meeting. "Have sketches and print outs of the proposed concepts we agreed on Drew" I ordered before he stepped out the glass doors. My assistant Liz sat at the end of the conference table, typing feverishly as I slumped to the table.

"That was a heavy sigh" she smirked.

"Heavy?" I questioned, lifting up an eyebrow.

"Yea, heavy as in.... something happened recently that is weighing you down. It's not your usual light sigh with a hint of annoyance" she informed me, not breaking her gaze from the glare of her laptop. I smirked at my assistant as she closed her laptop to observe me. Her dark brown eyes pierced into my soul, waiting for a confession.

"I...well..." I began to speak but didn't know where to begin. The plumpness of his soft lips ran through my mind as I thought of the ways to introduce the matter at hand. "When did your parents give you the talk?" I pried. Elizabeth blushed but leaned back in her seat, thinking of her past. "Well...at 14 when I asked them why men and women--"

"NO!" I interjected, halting her confession, "not that talk. The Santa talk" I clarified.

"Santa? As in jolly old fat man? HOHOHO?" she frowned.

I nodded eagerly and waited for her to continue.

"Probably when I was like 5? They told me Santa wasn't real and that was it. Just a made-up story to make kids be good"

"oh..." I hummed, trying to find the words to say as to not sound crazy. "What if I told you...Santa was real?"

Elizabeth pulled off her glass and frowned before she began to chuckle. "Wynter, you hate jokes but I must admit that was a good one" she sighed, trying to regain her breaths. I pouted, watching her as she continued.

"Santa is real! I know it!" I lamented to an even louder laugh from her. She slammed her fist on the table and stood. "That's it! That's your pitch Wynter!" she beamed.

"Huh?" I frowned, reaching in to gather my bags to leave.

"The HOHOHO Christmas pallete! Were you telling me a joke first so your suggestion didn't seem as dumb?" she asked, waiting for my explanation.

"Yes?" I answered her, "of course!" I lied, "A Santa themed makeup line. We'll have a young Santa as the face of the line." I suggested, being quick on my feet.

She nodded and typed away, lifting her cell phone to make the arrangements. "Brilliant Wynter!" she stood and ran across the room to write on the whiteboard.

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Nick

I enter into the high tech building and look at the glass board for her office number. It was 2 pm as I saw workers trickling in from their lunches. She would probably be in her office by now.

Wynter Rider suite 1009

She was on the highest floor?
Of course.

I entered the waiting room of her office suite and moved to the front desk.

"Name?" the young secretary asked.

"Nicholas" I smirked, leaning forward to observe the list that I already knew didn't have my name.