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it's christmas eve tomorrow

 thursday flies by in a rush of papers, decor, five cups of coffee, and a half eaten sandwich for lunch

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thursday flies by in a rush of papers, decor, five cups of coffee, and a half eaten sandwich for lunch.

friday afternoon is here and it's the moment of truth. i have somehow managed to do the impossible and that is to plan about seventy five percent of the gala in five days. granted, the twenty-five percent will be a difficult percentage but i'm proud of myself nonetheless. all that's left is for vivian to give the okay on the caterer i've chosen and the orchestra i found. i have a meeting with her in less than fifteen minutes to have a food tasting and to have the five strings audition for the biggest gig they'll most likely get all year.

"the orchestra and caterers are downstairs in room one twenty waiting for you, ma'am." i tell her, standing in her doorway.

vivian stares out the window with a blank expression, her long legs crossed and her dark hair pulled into a high pony.

"vivian?" i speak again, clearing my throat. this time her head turns, a dazed expression on her phone.

"oh yes. alright i'll be down in five. make sure they're ready." she tells me half heartedly in slow words, looking tired.

"of course." i say softly, my brows furrowed. i can't help but feel concerned for her. ever since that conversation she had with mr. ward she's been distant and has little opinion on the decisions i've made. i'm basically planning this entire thing single handedly at this point.

bringing a clipboard with my check list for the day on it, i take a seat at a circular table, the band all set up and ready to go while the caterers place the samples on a long beautifully decorated table. my foot taps on the floor as i wait for vivian to arrive.

twenty minutes pass and the orchestra is growing anxious, the food getting cold. i check my watch, sighing as another minute passes. just as i'm about to call her, someone passes the door and then backtracks, peeking his head through the door.

"what's going on in here?" the ceo asks me, confused, "where is vivian?"

"um..." i don't want to throw her under the bus so i say, "she's not feeling her best and has asked me to take care of this."

his eyes narrow and he checks his watch, "you're new so i'm not very comfortable with you making these decisions just yet. i have a few minutes before my board meeting so let's get started." he approaches the table, taking a seat a few chairs away from me and facing the orchestra, "you may begin."

beautiful classical music fills the air and a small smile spreads across my lips. a plate is set in front of me topped with three different hors d'oeuvres of various size and color.

i pick one up, tasting it. a burst of flavor of garlic and parsley makes for a delightful snack especially since i accidentally skipped lunch. the other two are equally delicious.

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