Sup, homies. I am definitely into the holiday spirit. Sooooo, why not do a story for the season. It's not that long, maybe 6 chapters the most, or not even that. Anyway, I hope you like it and please...REVIEW!!! -JAY:)

" Oh God, Trish. Cant you do anything right?" Amy yelled, feeling a headache coming on. She rubbed her temple, annoyed. Trish opened her mouth for a second, but nothing came out.

" I'm sorry Ms. Dumas, I thought that we-" Trish stopped short, when she was interrupted by her short-tempered boss.

" Well clearly your were wrong. I said to wrap the presents yesterday. But since you cant get that right, then your going to wrap it tonight." Amy yelled again, glaring a hole through her assistant. Trish froze, scared of her boss.

" But, Ms. Dumas, it's Christmas Eve. I have to get home and wrap my own presents with my daughter, Lani." Trish, bit her lip, thinking that she had gone to far. Amy stood up from her leather chair, and moved closer to Trish.

" Who's the boss?" She asked, coolly. Trish gulped.

" You are ma'am." Amy smiled a crooked smile.

" That's right. You do what ever I say do, and I say wrap the gifts. Got it." Trish nodded. " Great. Now get out my office." The blond hurried out the office, closing the door on her way out. Amy huffed. Sometimes she had to put these bitches in order. Amy went out her office, minutes after her assistant. She growled, seeing a man with a suit on, carrying boxes. She saw him at least two times today. It was getting annoying.

" Hey you with the boxes." She called. The man stopped short, when he herd his bosses voice.

" Yes?" He asked, now standing about 5 feet from her.

" The next time I see you again, your fired." The man lowered his head and hurried away, promising himself not to let her see him. Amy continued her way down the hallway, seeing her agent, just as he saw her.

" Oh, Amy, just on time. I wanted to ask you what are we going to say on today's show. " Amy raised an eye brow.

" What the hell are you talking about, Copeland?" She asked. Adam slightly laughed.

" Look, we're wrapping gifts for the Orphans on the show, and their not going to be there on it. Don't you think thats a little fake-"

" Look Adam, I really don't care. Who gives a fuck about the damn Orphans. I can be like Oprah and give something to the crowd. They probably wont notice their not there." Adam cringed at Amy's selfishness and ignorance, but managed to put on a small smile.

" Right. Look, I gotta talk to Rey, I'll see you later." Amy nodded slightly, and kept walking. She rolled her eyes, as she saw Trish and another employee, Maria talking with smiles on their faces.

" Maria!" She called. The smile Maria was sporting was now gone, when she realized it was Amy calling her.

" Yes, Ms. Dumas?" She asked, mentally crossing her finger and toes that it wasn't anything bad. She always seemed to mess things up, and Amy doesn't take it lightly.

" I want to see you tomorrow morning so you could do some work for me that I cant get to." Maria slightly frowned.

" Ms. Dumas, Christmas is tomorrow." Amy frowned, shaking her head.

" Unless you want to get paid, you do as I say, got it." Maria bit her lip, feeling the need to cry. She really needed the money.

" Yes, madam." Maria looked at Trish, who just lowered her head. Amy smiled.

" Good, see you tomorrow. Trish I'm going to take a nap, wake me up when the show is going to start. Also, did you get my nieces and nephew presents?" Trish nodded.

" Yes, ma'am. Under 20 dollars as you requested. Their in your office." Amy walked away, heading to the office she knew so well.

Amy Dumas. That was her name. She had red hair, with hazel eyes and stood about 5'7. When people often thought of her, a few things came up, bitchy, conceited, and rich. Amy was a 29 year old business, who often enjoyed to see people suffer. Call her whatever you want, but one thing was for sure, she was cold-hearted. She hated children with a passion, maybe it was because it was because of her past, or maybe because she just hated them. No one knew for sure.

But one thing is for sure, Amy was the most successful woman. She had a t.v show named " Amy Dumas" and the ratings was insane. It seemed like 98 percent of people all over the world watched this show. It topped off Oprah, and even the news channels. Amy was filthy rich. She had designer clothes, to Tiffany bracelets, to rare cars, to owning 10 homes.

Amy hated Christmas time. It seemed that her employees were slaking and were asking for raises. Of course she turned them down. Did she feel bad about doing it? Hell no. They worked for that amount of money she gave them for years, up until Christmas, it always was a problem. They needed money for their kids toys, or buying Christmas trees, and giving their family presents, it really annoyed her.

Amy had a family, I guess you could call it that. Her mother died when she was a little girl, and she never met her father. Out of it all, she could always rely on her older sister, Lillian. Lillian was married to her husband, Carlito. They had three kids. Anya, 4, Tod, 2, and Aliyah, 1. Amy loved her family, but would rather spent Christmas alone. Around this time, she felt lonely and would rather see people just in pain, just like she was feeling around this time of the year.

Amy laid down on her long couch, and rested her eyes. She didn't have long, because her iphone started ringing loudly. Groaning, she reached on the desk and answered it.

" Hello."

" Hi, Ames. This is Lillian. Carl and the kids wanted to ask you if you would spent Christmas with us this year." Lillian asked, her ear pressed down to her cell-phone. Amy rolled her eyes. It was like this every year. Lillian would ask her, and she would say no. Lillian would say the kids misses her, and still her answer would be no. Then Lillian would give up, but say she wishes she were here.

" Look Lilly. Not this year. I'm just not into it." Amy said, yawning. She herd Lillian sigh, on the other side of the line.

" You say that every year. The kids only get to see you once a year. They miss you." Amy smiled.

She was always right.

" I know, Lilly, but not right now, okay. Maybe you could stop them by the studio one day, and we could have lunch." Amy gritted through her teeth. It wasn't that she didn't love her nieces or nephews, they sometimes annoyed her to no end.

Lillian sighed, defeated.

" Alright, Lita. I miss you, and I wish you were here.Merry Christmas."

" Yeah, yeah, yeah." Lillian said goodbye and hung up the phone. She placed it back to where it was originally, and laid on the couch. She smiled.

' Finally, some peace and quiet' She rolled over on her side, and closed her eyes falling asleep

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