BTW-MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!

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It was a typical Monday day at the office and everyone was panicking, trying to please their boss as he absolutely hate everything when it is not on schedule or done correctly or perfectly. What was even better was that Christmas was only a week away.

Even if Christmas was sooner than everyone was thinking, the entire staff was fixing up the giant Christmas tree, the angel on the Christmas tree, the presents, wreaths, garlands and the ornaments in the center of the building. In fact, the entire building was filled with Christmas decorations, to get in touch with the Christmas spirit.

Someone's white limo was pulling up in front of the fifty floored, glass-walled skyscraper and someone was stepping out with his frantic male assistant with a folder and binder in his hand.

Passing by, the staff, including the cleaning stuff, greeted the mysterious man with intimidation and with a frightened smile. Going into the elevator, he asked his assistant to see if his tie was straight; his hair was perfect and how was his appearance.

The assistant said that his tie, hair and appearance were all perfect. This was pleasing him, since appearances were everything to him, other than business. In addition, what was pleasing to him was being punctual, even earlier than usual

Stepping out of the elevator, two men opened the main office doors for him. Everyone in the room was standing up and greeted him as he took his seat on the chairman chair.

"Good morning, board members."

"Good morning, Mr. Fernandez-Mercer."

It was him, Trent Fernandez-Mercer, dressed in a black Italian silk and wool suit, a white dress shirt, black tie, black Gucci loafers and his black hair was in place and not one piece of hair was out of place and he looked smooth and clean, as if he was ready to take on the world.

The closest to 'ready to take on the world' for him was running his late adoptive father's company, which he left him years ago, after he was tragically killed in a fatal car accident. As well as over billions of dollars and all of his mansions, vacation spots and all the other stuff his father had own.

"Let's get down to business. And let's make this meeting perfect, unlike the last meeting we had, which was still absolutely dreadful." He opened the files his assistant handed to him in his hand. He quickly looks over the business plans, closes them shut and sets them down on the table.

"So, what do we plan to do this Christmas?" One woman rose from her seat and said,

"Well, we do have money left over from the budget funds, so what I was thinking was that we could use the leftover money to buy more gifts and donate the money to the local charities and orphanages around town."

Trent raised his eyebrow in suspension with his arms folded. He wasn't too keen with the idea of spending more money, especially when they've already spend money. Moreover, he hated to spend money, especially his own money on others.

"Haven't we already bought those gifts like toys, video games or whatever for the little street urchin children? What else could they possibly want this time?"

"Yes, sir, but this could be good for the company. Including good and free publicity." "Good thinking. Does anyone else have any other ideas?"

A distinguished-looking man rose from his seat, but had to wait for speak when,

"Where's my tea, Gregory?" Gregory grabs a black-and-white fine-china teacup, filled with tea. Trent takes a sip, but spits it out instantly.

"Uhh!" He said in disgusted. "This green tea is not perfectly done nor in perfect quality! And you know that I like to have perfectly done tea and in perfect quality!"

"Sorry about that, sir."

He hands the tea back to Gregory and said,

"Now, please go and have someone make me a new cup of tea perfect for me to drink and in perfect quality! And do it fast!"

"Yes, Mr. Fernandez-Mercer!" He has someone make him a new cup of green tea for him and fast.

Fixing his tie, he opens up his file again and asked the man who was standing to continue. Instead of continuing, he told everyone expect his CFO and manager, Bradley Ford and Gregory to leave as he wanted to be alone with them.

"Mr. Ford, how is the finances of the company?" He opens up his file and pulls out a bunch of pie charts and graphs, presenting them to him and his assistant.

"It is going very well, sir. Throughout this year, we've been up by 12.5% and we're still at the top of Wealth and Business magazines on number one for best business in America."

"That's good, but it's still not perfect enough for me. I want the company to be the best in the world." "Well, I have an idea: a concert to raise awareness for the hunger relief."

He sips on a new cup of tea. "Why should we have a concert, Bradley? Wouldn't that cost me some major money?"

"Of course, sir, but we should have a concert because we can get some of the top performers in the world to perform at the concert. And besides, who can say 'no' to a charity concert? And it would bring the company a whole new level of exposure."

He puts his cup of tea down, had his hand on his chin, thinking and raised his eyebrow. "That's an excellent idea, Bradley. And the best time to have the concert is on Christmas day in New York!"

"The concert is going to be Christmas day?" Gregory's brown eyes popped out of his head when they might have the concert on Christmas day.

"Christmas day…?" Trent gave his a snaring and questioning look on his face with his eyebrows raised. "I mean…the concert is going to be on Christmas day…sir?"

"Yes, Gregory. We're going to have it on Christmas day. You know Christmas is a marketing machine we cannot ignore. Any sucker and/or tourist would pay for a little Christmas spirit, especially the people in New York and to the ones who want to see their favorite performers live. We charge a fortune for the tickets, get some top performers and we have ourselves a Christmas charity concert. "

"But all of your employees have the week off, including me."

"Well…not anymore. Go tell them they don't have the week off anymore. And not…another…word out of this. Now leave…please, so I can continue working with Mr. Ford, thank you very much."

Gregory leaves the room with his head down and watched them continued their conversation before leaving.