Taken On The Holidays

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by Toni Mozzie


  Every employee had a ticket, and for each item a number was drawn and the employee with that winning number got that item. There were hundreds of items, so not everyone would win something. Those who didn’t, received a Christmas package of wine, chocolate, perfume, and other items Snow Enterprises produced or sold. Each pack was probably worth a few hundred dollars. It was a nice gift. For ladies it was basically a pampering in a basket. For men, it was a toolbox for manliness.

  She took some photos of the food and penguin and sent them to Sam.

  Where are you? Mandy texted.

  I have to go get something signed, she texted.

  Mandy texted back: Need help?

  Come up.

  “Hey, it’s quitting time,” Mandy said, stepping out of the elevator. She had only been up on the top floor a couple of times to take notes during a meeting with the head of the publishing department, and a couple times at the end of the day to get Sam.

  Most of the lights were off and the floor was empty. Obviously all the bigwigs had disappeared before the traffic got heavy.

  “Hey, I know. I have to run down to legal and get these signed. Can you wait here? There is a phone call coming in. A person will ask if the price has gone down and by how much. You say ‘no’ if they call. If anyone else calls, tell them to ring this number.” Sam pointed to a number she’d written on a sticky note. “I’ll be ten minutes and then we can get this party started. I was waiting for the phone call before going downstairs but they are taking forever to call. They said they would call before three and now it’s 4:30. Typical. Rich people never value poor people’s time.”

  “Which is a crime considering we’re only going to waste time partying?”

  “Honey, unwinding and having fun is not a waste of time. I’ll be ten minutes.”

  “What if they don’t call? Do you have to wait here all night?”

  “They’ll call before 5 for sure or it won’t matter.”

  Sam rushed to the elevator, and Mandy sat behind her friend’s desk.

  The top floor didn’t look much like an office, more like an open air lobby with desks and lounge furniture scattered about. At one end were the magnificent hand-carved oak doors to the office of Mr. Snow.

  Sam told Mandy once that Mr. Snow never appeared outside his doors, and that she suspected that he had a direct route to and from his office directly to his residence, which was known to be in the tower somewhere, which Mr. Snow owned in its entirety.

  Of course, he had a helicopter pad on top of the tower. Why use the elevator when you have one of those? Mandy had quipped.

  The old oak doors were covered in shadows. Obviously, she was alone up here and it made her shiver. She never liked being in empty spaces. She always hated being the last one out of the school building when she was a kid. Empty schools and empty offices gave her the creeps.

  So she was a little pissed when it was at that moment she heard a noise from the other side of the floor. It sounded like a heavy door closing, like the door to a stairwell. She stood up. She assumed it was someone working late.

  A man turned a corner and walked toward her. He was a slightly older man, in his thirties, but his hair was graying. He wore a dark slim fit suit, without a tie, his dress shirt had the top button undone.

  The suit exudes his form: fit, muscular, as if his body were about to burst out of the suit, yet it was not tight. He reminded her of a pro athlete coming into the arena in a suit on game day. His soft eyes looked eternally forgiving, filled with a depth of compassion that comes with years of enjoying the delicacies of life yet feeling slightly guilty that not everyone can have such pleasures.

  He was handsome and had an air of confidence and control and cultivation that Mandy felt exhilarating. She had never seen him before, which was not surprising considering how many people worked for the company and the fact that she was never able to spend much time on the top floor.

  He nodded as he walked past.

  “May I help you,” she asked. He was not wearing the standard employee ID card.

  He stopped and glared at her.

  “Excuse me?”

  “The office is closed at the moment. Did you come in through the stairwell?”

  “Are you security?”

  Mandy looked around. “I don’t see anyone else here, so yeah.” She reached for the phone. Security was a speed dial option on all company phones.

  The man smiled. “It’s okay. I work here.”

  “Funny. Where’s your identification badge then?”

  “Who are you?”

  Suddenly Mandy realized where she was. She had no idea if CEOs had to wear badges.

  “I-I work in the publishing department.”

  “And why are you up here?”

  “Um, waiting to take a phone call. Covering for a friend while she gets some documents signed. Hey, I’m asking the questions,” she added weakly, sensing she was losing ground.

  The man nodded and then made to move past Sam’s desk.

  Mandy jumped in front of him and blocked his way.

  “Look, we both know I work here,” she said, “as you can see my badge, but I could get in trouble if I let some stranger walk around the deserted office, especially the top floor. This is where the boss works.”

  They were less than arms length from one another.

  Her scent intoxicated him. It was then that he viewed her more seriously. She was young and fiery. He liked that. She had light hair and a light complexion, almost fair, virginal translucent skin. He felt the urge to touch her skin, and sensed that caressing her smooth skin would be as intoxicating as being caressed.

  But he could smell the hint of wine on her lips.

  “So, Sir, you need to show me ID. This is a restricted area.”

  “Indeed, it is. Do you always drink on the job?” He smiled as his eyes shifted to her ID card. “Mandy Phillips.”

  Her heart started pounding. Was this someone important? She was good at her job; she loved it in fact, and didn’t want to lose this opportunity, but now she was feeling she had just royally fucked things up.

  But it was too late to turn back now. “And what name should I give to security?”

  “Mr. Snow!”

  Mandy and the man turned to find Sam rushing out of the elevator with a stack of documents in her arms.

  “I was only away for a few moments. I needed to get these signed before legal left for the holidays. I left Mandy here to take a call that we are expecting.”

  Mandy stared at her friend as her face paled a new shade of deathly defeat and then at Mr. Snow in horror.

  “A phone call from?” he asked.

  “From Allan Inc.”

  “That call won’t be coming through,” Mr. Snow said, still studying Mandy.

  “Oh, okay,” Sam stammered. “Is there a problem, Sir?”

  “I do not approve of employees doing each other’s work. It reeks of inefficiency and incompetence.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” Sam said, unable to stop the color draining from her face.

  Mr. Snow smiled. “Well, go enjoy the party,” and he left them to go to his office.

  Both girls glanced at one another.

  “Shit,” Sam said, frowning.

  “What the fuck, Mandy.”

  “Well, I didn’t know it was Mr. Snow.”

  There were no pictures of him, and he had managed to stay under the media’s radar. Mandy had always thought it was because he was ugly or deformed, but now that she had seen him, she couldn’t understand why such a handsomely delicious man would be shy and not want to share himself with the world.

  “Well, what is done is done. Let’s go get pissed,” Sam muttered.

  “You think we’re in trouble?” Mandy asked.

  “Whether we are or aren’t, let’s not let it ruin the party for us. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you. I’m the one who fucked up by having you wait for that call.”

  Mandy nodded. But something inside her was expecting
a termination email.

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  About the Author

  Toni Mozzie has been writing mystery, romance, and erotica for over twenty years under various pen names while traveling to exotic locations such as Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea, Italy, and Brazil. Learn more at: https://tonimozzie.blogspot.ca

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