DISCLAIMER: Does it matter how many time I post one of these? I still don't own anything and that's not gonna change any time soon.
Holidays-day seven
Lucy had told him that if he needs to get into the full role of a human and a candidate Prime Minister, they need to take a Christmas holiday somewhere with a lot of snow and preferably inviting someone from the Cabinet. So that was how at the moment Harold Saxon, or as he would soon be known as the Master found himself entertaining little dump monkeys in a Switzerland hotel and skiing. He hated it but if he needed he thought he had to do it. Sometime he thought that Lucy could hardly hold one thought in her head without getting lost in it, but then she would remind him on something trivial about humans that he had forgotten; something trivial like this Christmas holiday and he thought she was actually great assessment to his plan.
Whatever helpful this was for his plans this was he still was bored. By the end of the first day he could hardly stand the snobs around him let alone smile politely at him. He knew that some of them didn't even understand his jokes and sarcasm but smiled and laughed politely at the right places. This made him more annoyed that it would if they just honesty told him that he is talking rubbish. He was sure that in the days that are to come at this holiday he would be tempted and would have a hard time not to snap their necks. However he promised himself that later he would do what he wants. Later he would not have to drink scotch with stinking apes and smile politely to jokes he found stupid.
Soon Harry Saxon would make them laugh on his sarcasm not politely but out of fear for their live. He promised himself that he would never get on a ski again and would in fact forbid them. But now, now unfortunately he had to put his suit on and go dinner, smile and drink with these inferior creatures. Later probably he would have to even have to pretend that he understands what that stupid card or board game is.
He put his suit on sighed and plastered his best charming smile. The smile that won him the hearts of more than the half of UK. He took Lucy's arm and went down the stairs to the hotel's restaurant. The table was already full and the annoying monkeys had started the tedious work of pretending that they like each other while trying to find out a way to take each other's place in the office. He greeted the personal in the hotel released Lucy's arm and pulled her chair to sit. The Master looked at a big electrical clock on one of the walls on the restaurant. The clock was going backwards.
"What is this clock counting down to then?" He asked one of his attaches.
"Why, the hours until Christmas Mr Saxon. Had you forgotten?" The attaché answered curtly.
"Of course," he said. "I could never resist a ticking clock." The Master added with grin.