Two Worlds V

XLI

Unknown, two weeks later...

I sat back in my office chair, looking down the long table to a screen to advertise the new toy coming out. I watched, unamused. They were serious? The advertisement was of a life like, almost living animal toy. It ended and I raised an eyebrow as the others turned to me, the lights coming back on.

I breathed in sharply, smacking my lips, "Well," I stood, and my assistant got my coffee for me. I nodded at her as I took it, looking at the employees.

"Well, you know, Mr. Frost, you know who likes these living toys? My children," One said to try and save their ass, "Children love toys that are like animals."

"Oh come on," I said, rolling my eyes, "You know what they like? Magic, and rainbows, and other things to brighten up their dark day. What do you have? An old fart reading a book about a robot." I looked around at them, "There are only so many days until Christmas and that's our best seller," I rubbed my eyes, "And now, I'm going to have to kill, all of you." I started pacing, taking a drink of my coffee.

"Well, excuse me, sir," A shaky voiced kid said and I looked at him, "We've been running that commercial for a while now and it's getting one hell of a response." He smiled shakily.

I set down my coffee and paced to him. I leaned on the table and he looked at me with the others, "I am the president of this organization for a reason." I looked around to the others, "I know children."

"Granted, but the kids are already wanting to buy this, among other things from other companies, but I think we have a good thing here."

I looked at him, "That isn't good enough." I told him, and he jumped slightly, "Now, if I were in charge," I put a hand to the back of his head, "And I am," I flicked his ear and he closed his eyes, "Perhaps I would do a little something like this. Meghan, tune it up." I told my assistant.

She put up the video as I stood, going to the front of the table. The commercial rolled for all the toys I had in line. I crossed my arms.

"It's time to remember the true meaning of Christmas," I told them, "Because the future of this company depends on it."

...

"Excuse me, sir," The shaky voiced kid came to me after the meeting.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Mr. Frost, what exactly does that ad have to do with Christmas?"

I shrugged, "Nothing, why?"

"You can't run that,"

"You think I'm off base?" I asked, looking at him and shifting my weight.

"Yeah, well, you're a tad off base."

"Well, it's a little late to get this kind of feedback." I told him, scoffing.

"It's the first time I've ever seen it, sir."

"I guess I did spring it on you." I admitted, looking off to the side.

"Well, just maybe lose the real guns in the Nerf gun advertisement."

"Yes, if I can change it, I'll let you know in five minutes." I assured him.

"Thank you, sir," He smiled.

"No, thank you," I told him, patting his shoulder.

"Merry Christmas, sir." He left and I rolled my eyes.

I watched as the door shut behind him, "Meghan," I went to my assistant and she looked at me, "Who is that guy?"

"Michael Graysen," She told me, "Why?"