Page 7 of Santa Baby Maybe
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Kane Co.
Four Months Ago
W.B.
“Okay, I need you both to just keep an open mind. I have two separate proposals and I want you to hear them both. Giving them each an equal shot.”
“Stop stalling, Joy,” Wes said. “Just pitch it.”
“Yes, come on already,” I urged her. “We’ve been waiting weeks for the big idea.”
Joy nodded to Cheryl, who moved forward and placed a box on the conference table where Wes and I were seated. Joy removed the top of the box and pulled out…
A dildo.
I was looking at a dildo with a wreath around it.
A Christmas ornament cock wearing a Christmas wreath. Made of glass, so not really an effective tool for someone looking to get off with it. I mean, what if it shattered while...
“I’m calling it our Racy Ornament line,” Joy said with a smile. “Adult themed Christmas ornaments!”
I blinked and turned to Wes. “I told you, you need to fire her. She’s utterly ridiculous.”
“He told you to fire me?” Joy asked Wes, who seemed grim. “Did you tell him that I wanted you to fire him?”
I blinked again. “What?” I shouted at her. “You told him to fireme? I’m not the one who walked into the conference room to present an adult themed Christmas ornament line. You’re insane!”
“And you, if you didn’t have that stick shoved so far up your ass, you would know this was a joke,” she fired back and pointed at Wes. “See? He’s laughing!”
I glanced over at Wes, who was, in fact, laughing.
“You knew this was a joke?” I asked him, feeling irrationally angry. Everyone knowing it was a joke but me, somehow I became the joke.
Wes wiped laughing tears from his eyes. “I didn’t think it was realistic that Joy would come up with an adult themed Christmas ornament line that we would have to sell in, you know, Target.”
“Clearly these are adult-shop-only appropriate.” Joy giggled.
She was giggling. In a business meeting. Something she often did. I found it utterly infuriating.
“I’m trying to save a company and you’re wasting my time with cock ornaments!”
“Oh,you’retrying to save the company?” she accused me. “All I’ve heard from you so far is how I can make ornaments for a penny that you can sell for five dollars. You do understand there are people down on the factory line who need to get paid, and not magic fairies who make ornaments for free?”
“Yes, I’m aware they are people. People who apparently are wasting their time by blowing that!” I said, pointing at the offensive ornament.
She shook her head and said, “Oh no. I blew that one myself. On my own time.”
She made a shape with her lips and suddenly I put her lips, that fake cock, and her blowing it all in the same image and it bothered the hell out of me.
“Okay, you two. Simmer down. I’m not firing either of you today and now you’re both wasting my time. Joy, pitch me the real deal.”
Joy nodded and Cheryl put another box on the table.
Joy opened the box and gently removed from the tissue paper what was a beautiful, elaborate gold wreath.
“Wow,” Wes said. “That’s beautiful. One of yours?”
