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Wow, I can't believe it's already December!
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Trigger warning: The following story may contain sexual content, the mentioning of child abuse, mental and physical abuse and possible other trigger warnings. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
*** Like always, I have no claim over the Divergent series or the characters, all rights belong to the one and only Veronica Roth. ****************
About: Tobias Eaton is sent to look at his father's company's new property and prepare a presentation on what could become of their new rustic lodge. While there, he finds it hard to ignore all the distracting Christmas festivities all around him and the unexpected romance that his heart yearns for.
Yes, this story was inspired by a movie that I'm sure most of you all know and love.
****The story will be given in both Tris' and Tobias' POV
Finding the Magic of Christmas
Chapter 1
He is expecting me
Tobias' POV
I walk down the busy, buzzing hallway of Eaton Enterprises. I ignore the stares I get as I make my way down. If it's one thing I don't do… is date anyone from the office. If only my father would go by the same rule, then perhaps he wouldn't have so many wrongful termination suits on his hands. Of course they never go to court. My father has no trouble throwing money at any problem he has. As if money solves everything.
I clear my voice, making myself known to the receptionist. I straighten myself out making sure I fasten my suit jacket closed, straightening up my tie before reaching the large closed double doors to my father's office. I don't stop for chitchat, no, us Eatons don't waste time on little things. In fact we despise it. Instead I glance over my shoulder at what could only be his third receptionist this week. A blonde this time. They are usually brunettes. My eyes look her over quickly, noticing her thin frame, well dressed. No doubt, she won't last long. They never do. "He's expecting me," I say, letting the intimidation seep out of my voice. My eyes quickly pick up the small lit, overly decorated Christmas tree on the corner of her desk. I glance back at her, wordlessly reminding her of our decor policy as my eyes point out the ridiculous overly colorful item on her desk. Her eyes follow mine as they widen at the offending thing.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Eaton." She says, swooping the thing off her desk and into a drawer.
"See to it that it won't happen again," I scolded her. She should know better, any personal items are not to be displayed at any time. That goes for the Holiday decor. No doubt my father would have fired her on the spot if he had seen that. It was just last week that he fired one for just having a picture frame on her desk… she hadn't even been here an hour before he let her go.
She nods. I give her one last glance before I continue on my way. Her hands shake as she tries with much effort to go back to what it was that she was doing on the computer. I wonder if it's business or personal that she busies herself with. I knock twice on the door, before hearing his greeting to let myself in.
His office, much like the rest of the building was professionally decorated, it's done in a modern style, filled with white carpet, gray walls and black and charcoal gray furniture. It's safe to say that he has fucked on almost every surface of this office, the decorator included.
"You wanted to see me," I say, getting straight to the point. We have never been people to beat around the bush with small talk. It's a waste of time and money. Straight to the point has always worked best with us.
"Yes, I need you to head up to Vermont and check out our latest property." My father says. Getting straight to the point. Sitting back in his chair, looking up for the first time since I walked in, he looks tired. He runs his hand through his gray hair, a habit I do too when I'm tired or stressed. It's unfortunately one of the many habits I inherited from him, amongst other things. But I try not to ponder on that too much. Wait a minute. Did he just say…
"I want you to work on this… What is there and the changes that you propose and what it could be once we swoop in and take it over." He explains. "I want you to really spend time there, dig your teeth into this. I expect a full presentation on the 24th." Christmas Eve? He can't be serious. I dread the thought of what the airports will look like just ten days shy of Christmas. Long lines, the endless chattering, the screaming, crying babies, the overexcited, cheery people, not to mention the damn snow. I don't do snow. I begin to interrupt, but he doesn't bother to let me get a word in as he continues, "Of course, if you're not interested… I'm sure Eric would have no problem taking the lead on this." My father offers. My lips press together into a tight line. Eric and I have been butting heads since the minute he got here. It's infuriating how ignorant that son of a bitch can be and I'll be damned if…
"That's not necessary," I say, holding my right hand up. "I'll get right on it. Have whats her name at the desk book me a seat on the next flight out," I say. The shit I have to do is … "Anything else?" I ask, dreading what could be the next week or so.
"One more thing." He says, sitting back in his chair. "The 24th is Christmas Eve, how about a bite to eat after the presentation?" My father asks. Ever since Mom died that's all it's been, a bite to eat and a Nanny until I was fourteen and able to stay alone by myself.
"Sounds great, sir." I agree. Like I could say no even if I wanted to.
"See you in Vermont, then." He says, dismissing me without a second thought. He goes immediately back to work. I turn letting myself out the same way I came in, I hear him talking to what's her face on the intercom demanding her to book me on the next flight to Vermont in coach. Great. Just fucking great.
A/N
And so, it has begun…. 25 days of Christmas chapters. Check back every day for a new chapter.
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Like always, happy reading everyone, be safe and stay healthy and have a great holiday season.
Trini