Christmas Cupid

1

Hello?

Hey Aaron,

it's Sloane Spencer.

I was calling to check

on the arrangements

for the Snow Angel

premiere party.

Sloane, darling. It's

going to be exquisite.

Valhalla.

We're going to have

100 white doves

preset in cages

over the entrance.

So when Caitlin Quinn arrives,

we'll release them!

Picture it. The Snow Angel

with all those gorgeous white birds

swooping around her. Spectacular!

Wow.

I know, right?

Now, just one question.

Sure.

What happens when

you stick those birds

next to hot lights for

a couple of hours?

Hmm?

They die, brain trust!

It's like sticking them

in a rotisserie.

Do you want a hundred

charred, roasted birds

plummeting down on

the star of our movie?

No. I didn't think...

Damn right,

you didn't think!

Now, you have exactly

one hour to call me back

with ideas for a

premier event

that doesn't belong in

a Stephen King novel.

Javier, find me some

heat-resistant doves.

Right away.

Hey, you can't park here.

That's a handicapped spot.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Sloane!

We were starting to think you

were gonna take the day off.

Not at all. I figured you'd like a

latte to get you through the morning.

You read my mind.

So, how's the Snow Angel's

party coming along?

Awesome. It is gonna be the biggest

thing to ever happen on Christmas Day.

Except for the whole Jesus

being born thing, right?

It's gonna be

bigger than that.

Exactly. Where are we

with the press?

Well, I've got phone calls out

to all the major networks.

I'm just waiting

for confirmation...

Wait, they haven't confirmed yet?

This party is in three days!

I know when the party is.

And I'll make sure

the networks are there.

You know, I'd be happy to pitch

in, make some calls myself,

if Sloane's feeling

overwhelmed...

I'm not. Thank you. I've got

everything under control.

Even Caitlin?

Of course.

Sloane?

We've got

a problem.

Caitlin?

I know you!

Oh, God!

She's drunk. Again.

Oh, ho, ho!

Is she trying to

tank her career?

I shouldn't have had

that fifth margarita.

Oh, dear!

All right,

we're going. Come with me.

Caitlin Quinn does not make enough

money to behave this badly.

One of you two...

I'm on it.

I'll make sure

they take it down.

Great.

Anything I can do

to help?

Yeah. Can you get me

a Red Bull?

I'll take one, too.

Thank God you're here, so I don't

have to deal with this idiotic...

Caitlin! Can you believe they

sold that video to the tabloids?

Stupid elves, always

looking to make a buck.

I need you to fix this!

I know, I know.

It's an elf thing.

You're the victim here.

But don't you worry,

'cause Sloane is gonna take

care of everything, all right?

All right.

This is cold.

Sweetie, listen.

You know we all love you,

but you gotta stop

doing stuff like this.

Like what?

Let me see.

Attacking Heidi Montag

at the VMAs.

She provoked me.

Getting arrested for smuggling

drugs across the Mexican border?

They were diet pills.

Two hundred of them?

The camera adds

10 pounds.

Okay, what about shoplifting

a $4,000 coat from Prada?

Look, I told you,

I wasn't shoplifting.

I was just so drunk that

I forgot I'd tried it on.

Oh, okay, I guess I should

have told the public that.

Look. Caitlin.

You're starring in

a family movie now,

and believe it or not, there is

such thing as bad publicity.

Snow Angel, it can make

or break your career.

If you blow this,

you might not get

another chance.

So you might want to be just

a little bit more careful

with the way you present

yourself to others.

Like now,

for instance.

Caitlin!

Hmm?

Oh, I'll put it back.

The story's contained and

Caitlin promised to lay low

until after the

movie's released.

It's good work, Sloane.

It's really good work.

Good enough to get me

the promotion to VP?

I don't know,

that's a big step.

Well, you are the son of

the firm's president.

Is there anything

that I can do to help

influence that

decision?

Like this?

Or maybe this, or...

...this?

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

Well, that works

for me.

Just promise me you won't try to

influence my dad the same way.

Are you

coming over later?

It'll be a lot later. I've got

a client meeting tonight.

But I'll tell you what, why don't

I take you out tomorrow night

and we'll celebrate your victory in

handling this whole Caitlin mess.

And we'll go someplace special.

Like, say, Panache?

Really?

That would be amazing!

I've been dying

to go there.

I know. So, why don't you call them

and get us some reservations. Okay?

Will do.

Okay, that's my girl.

I talked Caitlin

off the ledge.

Oh, it's a

Christmas miracle!

Well, Andrew

thought so.

You know, I stopped

caring about who you date

exactly two seconds

after I dumped you.

First of all,

I dumped you.

Second, it's just pitifully

obvious how jealous you are

that I'm gonna get get the

VP slot instead of you.

I think it takes more than sleeping

with the boss to get a promotion.

Yeah, it's gonna take turning the Snow

Angel party into the event of the decade.

Once I do that, I'm

a shoo-in for VP.

I'll get the best clients,

the corner office,

bonus, use of

the company jet,

basically everything you ever

wanted, and that makes you crazy.

It's not a contest,

you know.

Oh, yes, it is.

And I'm winning.

Let's go in here. Ooh!

I need to decide what Larry's

buying me for Christmas!

Ooh, that one

would look stunning

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