A Billionaire For Christmas
I sat down on one of the benches near the tree, taking a deep breath as I dialed Fred’s number.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Hello, sir. Merry Christmas,” Fred greeted, his voice warm but professional.
“Merry Christmas, Fred,” I replied, my mind focused. “I need you to do something for me.”
“And what is that, sir?” he asked, a slight curiosity creeping into his tone.
“I need you to open a space in one of the department stores. I want to showcase Samantha’s art before New Year’s Eve. I need this done ASAP, before tomorrow afternoon if possible.”
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