Courtney Scrooge had a temper like no other girl could have imagined. At thirty-four, this woman had already made her impact on the town that she was in no mood to befriend any of them.
But that all changed on Christmas Eve.
…
"Hel-lo? Excuse me? Coming through, you little brats." the brunette woman harshly stated as she shoved through a group of children. She threw open the door to her office and stormed in. The man seated at her desk asked "So how was your day, Ms. Scrooge?"
"Horrible." Courtney declared as she sat down in her big brown recliner. The man opened his mouth again, but she cut him off with a "Shut it, Cratchit." and his green eyes lost their light as he seated himself again.
Trent Cratchit, Courtney's clerk, was not too fortunate himself but gave to those with less. He had a big heart and was currently going through the struggle of his small son in a wheelchair. Yet Courtney could not have cared less.
An hour passed as Courtney snapped away at a customer on her phone. Two. Three.
"Ms. Scrooge, may I please leave? It's Christmas Eve and I'd like to spend it with my fam-"
"Shut up."
Three and a half.
"Ms. Scrooge, Gwen and Tim are waiting for me."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Take your pay and get out." Courtney snapped. She held out a couple of wadded dollar bills. Trent's eyes lit up.
"Thank you, Ms. Scrooge."
Courtney grunted. Hours passed and she went up to her apartment above her shop, and dressed into her nightgown. She climbed into her bed and fell asleep.
But not for long.
