Jingle Bells

Santa baby

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me. I've been an awful good-

"Nina!" He shouts as the singers whiny voice practically makes his eardrums bleed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play that infernal screeching in my office?!"

"You sound like some king of an underworld. Lighten up." She says walking into his office to turn down the music. "You know, if it annoys you that much, you could've turned it down yourself."

"I don't have time for this. It's six in the morning. No one wants to hear that."

"I do" the girl says, turning her nose up.

"You are a freak of nature."

"You need to learn to talk nicer to your employees."

"You need to respect your boss."

"I'm very respectful. I'm just trying to get into the Christmas spirit. Everyone seems to like it but you."

"Yeah, well I don't like Christmas."

"I can tell."

"Christmas isn't for another three weeks, anyway. Calm down with all the..." Ricky trails off and lifts the silver string of tinsel off his desk with his thumb and forefinger, looking at it, not even attempting to hide his disgust. "Festivity."

Nini crosses her arms with a pout as he drops the garland back on the desk. Huffing, she walks over and fixes it so it's perfectly aligned with the edge of his desk once again.

He raises an eyebrow, and she nods curtly, walking out of his office.

He mentally debated disabling his radio in his office, altogether, seeing as he never uses it anyways if all she wants to do is blast that stupid music at an ungodly volume, and at ungodly hours of the morning. Then again, though, she'd probably find another way to get the music playing in his office. She's too stubborn to give up that easily.

He tried to focus on working, and right when he starts getting in 'the zone', he hears a scream and a crash come from outside. He stands up from his desk and hurried into the hallway, only to see Nina Salazar-Roberts at the bottom of a ladder, on the white tiled floor, wrapped up in more silver tinsel, with a bunch of holly piled around her.

Ricky pinches the bridge of his nose, and makes his way over to her.

"Nina."

"Mr. Bowen." That annoying smile on her face is now laced with embarrassment, and- he hopes he's right on this- nerves.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Well... I wanted to deck the halls with boughs of holly, get it?" She gestures to the plants around her and smiles up at him again. "I asked the maintenance man if I could borrow his ladder, and then, well... yeah."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, counting to ten in his head, before opening his eyes and looking back down at her.

"Up," he says.

She scrambles to her feet, rather ungracefully, attempting to untangle herself from the tinsel. Once she manages to do it, however, she stumbles behind Ricky following him into his office.

"I- I'm sorry," she stutters. "I know I should've just had the maintenance man do it but I wanted it to be perfect and I thought it couldn't be that hard so I-"

"No," he interrupts her. "No. I don't care who did it. I want you to stop trying to spread your annoying cheeriness across the whole office! I'm sick and tired of it!"

"But-"

"No, Nina! There will be no more decking of the halls, or jingling of bells, or dancing, or prancing, or ho-ho-ho-ing! If I so much as hear one more note of Mariah Carey, you are fired! Now get out of my office!"

Trembling, the girl practically sprints out of his office, leaving him frustrated and alone, with nothing but cold, peppermint-y hot chocolate and the faint sound of 'Blue Christmas' playing from that freaking radio.

**Extra long chapter! Hope you like it**
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