He already has a group of women to cater to.
One who’s pouting inside. And one he’s sharing with her husband.
I let out a quiet sigh, still not moving away.
Oddly, I want to go back to when I was little, and the only thing I knew about Santa was that he was old, kind, and generous.He wore a red costume and brought lovely gifts to good kids like me.
And he’s never heard of mixed messages.
6
MACKENZIE
A few daysbefore Christmas
I nudgethe door open with my boot and step inside when my phone rings in my pocket.
“Oh, damn it. Now you’re ringing.”
Panting and leaving a trail of melted snow on the floor, I make a beeline for the kitchen, where I drop the bags of groceries on the counter and reach inside my pocket.
Mumbling nasty words under my breath, I tip my gaze down. My eyes go wide at the name flashing across the screen.
I answer the call in a shaky voice.
“Mackenzie Prince speaking.”
“Good afternoon,” a female voice says at the other end of the line.
Oh… I remember her.
She was a friendly woman in her late fifties with a penchant for bright colors.
She said I’d get a second interview for sure, and I wanted to believe her.
She seemed the kind of person who could make things happen, yet I still had my doubts.
Considering we were talking about getting a second interview for a secretary position, which isn’t exactly a significant career move, I shouldn’t be so nervous about it.
But I still am.
This job comes with better pay than my other gigs, with the exception of maybe the errands I’m running for that stunning stranger, and that makes a huge difference.
Aside from that, it’s a huge corporation, and who knows?
I might land a marketing job with them in the future.
Getting a call from her a few days before Christmas gives me hope but also comes as a surprise.
“Oh. Miss Goodman. Hello. How are you?” I say in a jovial tone. “How are things?”
“Things are good. How is your job search going?”
Shit. That’s not a good sign.
Is she managing my expectations now?
Why would she ask me that if she had good news for me?