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I shake my head. “No, it has nothing to do with me. They go way back.”
She sighs. “The question is—what are you going to do about it?”
“About Grant?” I ask. “Nothing. It was just a dream. And I like Chad—he’s nice and fun.”
She smiles. “Okay, it sounds like you’ve made up your mind.”
“Hell yeah, I have,” I say. “Let’s order and figure out this Christmas party situation.”
We order our food, and she takes out her tablet. “So, I had an idea.”
I clap my hands together. “I love when you say that.”
“My mother feels bad about the confusion. She says the renovations are guaranteed to be done by the 23rd. I know a lot of people travel that close to the holiday, but some might still be able to come. Should we just go for that date?”
“Yes,” I shout. “I’d much rather do that than not have the party at all. Even if we only have five guests show up. And that will make my Christmas better since things are going to be extra weird with my family.”
She pats my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “Call your mother right now.”
I wait quietly while she speaks to her parents on the phone.
“Are you sure it will work?” she asks. “We have to send an invite ASAP.”
“Okay, thanks. Love you, too.”
She places her phone down. “Well, I guess our event is going to be a Christmas EveEveparty.”
I clap excitedly. I’m so happy. Maybe this isn’t going to be an unlucky Christmas after all.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I’m sitting in our small conference room waiting for Mr. Burton, our CEO, to show up. It’s time for the company meeting. Our company is small so the staff can fill one room. The purpose of the meeting has everyone talking, and it’s interesting hearing the rumors that have been circulating.
I lean over to Callie, who’s typing something on her laptop.
“Do you have any idea what this is about?” I ask.
“I told you it’s about money.”
I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t help. What about money?”
She smiles. “I’m not exactly sure. I was told it has something to do with the financial side of the company.”
Hmm…that sounds a lot less exciting than some of the theories that have been shared. Suddenly, I hear Mr. Burton’s voice from down the hall. Everyone grows quiet, and Callie closes her laptop.
When he appears in the doorway, I let out a gasp because he’s not alone. There are two other men with him, and Grant is one of them.
His eyes grow wide as soon as he sees me.
Why is Grant here? In my office.
“Are you okay?” Callie whispers.
I nod silently.
“Good morning, everyone,” Mr. Burton says, his voice as raspy as ever. “Thank you for coming to this meeting. We will keep it brief.”
