Bleak, biting weather aligned with my mood. Almost time to go.įrom my corner office in the Wilkins and Marley tower, I stare out the windows at the mist clouding the city. The clock on my desk strikes three, leaving me no escape. They should all be boiled in their own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through their hearts. I click the email boxes in anger, wanting to snap the mouse in half.Īll the Christmas-loving idiots must’ve stopped working hours ago. I refresh my inbox one last time, hoping to conjure a bold-font, all-caps subject line marked URGENT!!! that will give me an excuse to spend the night at the office.īut no magic salvation message materializes-only a bunch of last-minute holiday shopping offers. A Modern-Day Retelling of A Christmas Carol…
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