Second Chance Christmas
Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way.
A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang.
“You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism.
“Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.
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