Page 5 of Playful Kris

I got no one.

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KAMERON

The Chambers meeting room has to be as old as the town.

The wood paneling along the walls makes the rectangular room dark and dingy. The table can’t be much newer either, it has pen marks in random spots, a few knicks off the edges, and the chairs have little to no cushion left and squeak as you roll them.

“Alright,” Mr. Daniels, my boss, walks in with a folder in his hands, “let’s get started.” He smiles, glancing around the room to everyone.

As far as bosses go, he’s pretty solid. I’ve not had to request any time off yet since I just started, but I’ve seen him grant time to others when needed. He does truly seem to really try to make the workplace a happy place.

Even if there are a few people here that act like their shit doesn’t stink.

The one sitting directly across from me, for instance. Rebecca, as she requires me to call her but everyone else in the office calls her Becky, isn’t my number one fan and I can’t say I’m hers either.

She’s gorgeous. Long blonde hair that’s naturally wavy with long thick lashes, and a pretty face. But her personality could make her the ugliest person on the planet.

Since the day Cora and I started working here, she’s been a bitch to us both. She’s higher up on the totem pole than we are, meaning she enjoys delegating most of her work to the two of us.

Is it fair? No. Do we do it? Yes.

What are we supposed to do? Go cry to Mr. Daniels and tell him how Rebecca is being a big bully?

The stuff she has us do isn’t too bad, and I can shake her comments off easily for the most part, so I just deal with it. Hoping that sometime in the future, I’ll be rewarded for my patience and understanding.

Someday.

Rebecca smiles down the table at Mr. Daniels when he begins discussing the Halloween Community Event that’s taking place on Halloween.

“Rebecca, tell us what you’ve come up with.” He gestures for her to give her spiel on the event.

“We’ve created maps to maximize trick or treating in the well-lit neighborhoods that will be handing out candy, but we’ve also created lists of houses outside of that, that would like to pass out candy should anyone decide they’d like to continue after the neighborhoods we’ve compiled are finished. We have a child friendly haunted house being sponsored by the fire department and they also have volunteers ready to work the event as scarers. The bakery is going to have spider cupcakes and cake pops for a discounted price to kiddos that come in dressed in costume. We will have an apple bobbing contest, something we haven’t done in the last few years, but that we think would be great to bring back.” She finally takes a breath. How her head isn’t spinning is beyond me. “We have a few other small things planned, but that pretty much covers all the large ones.” She smiles at him, before looking at Cora and I with a smirk, as if we wouldn’t be able to compete with her event.

Jokes on her though, while I do enjoy Halloween, I’d prefer to work on Thanksgiving and Christmas planning.

“Great,” Mr. Daniel praises her, and I can visibly see her head swell with the compliment. I gag, a little louder than I planned and suddenly have all eyes on me.

Quick thinking is one of my strengths so I grab my coffee and take a sip.

“Sorry, that cookie was a little dry.” I smile, trying to play it off the best I can.

Cora snickers beside me, tilting her head slightly to let me know she finds me full of shit currently.

“We won’t have a Thanksgiving festival this year, but we are going to host a large Thanksgiving dinner at the community center that the entire town is invited to,” Mr. Daniel moves on.

I’m so thankful, I just know my face is red by the heat I feel on my cheeks.

Mr. Daniel continues to explain the Thanksgiving details, and what each of us will be required to do in order to make the event successful. I’m more focused on my cookie currently than anything else since Cora always takes notes for both of us.

The cookie is not dry at all, by the way. I know you’re dying to know that.

“Alright,” Mr. Daniel mutters, taking a sip of his coffee. “That brings us to the Christmas Bazaar.” He flips through a few sheets of paper in front of him. “Last year, our turnout was significantly lower than previous years, and it appears our numbers continue to drop.” He clears his throat, pushing his thick black frames further up his nose as he looks at us. “With that being said, we’re going to organize a new team for the Bazaar. I typically don’t put first year employees in charge of event planning, but Cora?—”

Cora’s head pops up and I smile, this is great for her.

“And Kameron, I’m putting both of you on top of the Bazaar. You’ll be the final okay to all event information. You’ll plan everything, events, food, booths, etc.”

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