11 - Sleigh Ride
"Mister Boswell, yer can't claim fer yer car. I won't allow it."
"Ah, but my dear lady, what if that car was being used for charitable purposes, to spread a little Christmas joy and cheer to all of those underprivileged children I see everyday, who don't know what having a stable household looks like, who will never see the likes of university? Surely you can begrudge a little money for those poor needy souls at Christmas?" He stopped as she held up her hand.
"Fine, fine. No more soliloquies. Fill that in." She slapped a form onto the desk in front of him and rolled her eyes as he used a Christmas themed musical pen that squeaked out jingle bells as he wrote. After he had swanned out, she sighed. How long was it until closing time?
A few days later Martina was descending the steps outside the DHSS when a voice spoke from behind her.
"Seasons Greetings, lovely lady, and ho ho ho to you!" She turned and narrowed her eyes.
"Mister Boswell, what are you - is THAT your supposedly borrowed car?!" She pointed to where the Jaguar in question sat, adorned with lights and ribbons and all sorts of paraphernalia. Joey himself, now she paid attention, had a Santa hat balanced on his head.
"There she is, sweetheart, the sleigh of dreams for kiddies this Christmas. And now, as you so kindly provided the funds for me to adorn it without ruinin' me paintwork, how about a sleigh ride home?" Martina rolled her eyes. On one hand, there was no way she would want to be seen dead in that contraption, but on the other hand, it did provide warmth from the wind and a way to investigate schemes...
"Oh, alright then. I am out to get you after all, Santa Boswell."