Girlfriends of Christmas Past Page #6
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- 2016
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at the holiday party.
Oh, yeah.
I heard it was a big hit.
I'm a big hitter.
[nervous laughter]
[Carter clears throat]
So... you said you just saw this
sitting here when you came in?
You didn't see
who dropped it off?
Right, and I think that
maybe it could be...
[chuckles] There is no name.
I wonder if I have
a secret admirer.
Yeah, maybe.
"You've been naughty this year."
I know who this is from.
So Anderson's not the only person
who needs a lump of coal brownies?
Oh, were you digging around
in my basket?
It was nice to meet you.
- I'm going to go.
- Oh, okay.
[screaming]
- Oh, my God!
- It's okay.
I'm so sorry! Let me help you!
It's all right.
I'm good, thank you.
- Okay...
- I'm good.
Okay, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, wow. Cute shoes.
- Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Who's that?
Oh, that's Anderson's
new assistant, Megan.
She's a temp-to-hire.
She's... really pretty.
You seem a little jealous.
I just think, she could be
an office distraction.
Wow. Well, I mean,
if Anderson was discriminating
against someone
for being too pretty,
he might not
have hired you either.
[scoffs] Yeah.
You know what?
Here is my card, Ms. Beal.
interested, I...
In a date with you?
Just... probably not.
No.
No, I was actually just going
to ask if you could help me out
with the holiday party
at the country club.
I drew the short straw and I just
figured you've done it before...
Yeah, I'm just...
kind of busy right now.
Hence why Anderson probably
didn't mention my name.
And you know it's going to be
a secret that I was here,
so maybe if you like...
didn't mention it.
Okay. Yeah, yeah sure.
You know what? Why don't you
keep my card anyway
just in case...
Okay.
So, how was it?
Did she leave him red and
crumbling in tidal wave of tears
in front of
the entire boardroom?
Whoa! Do you need a back rub?
He changed offices.
So I delivered it
to the wrong office
and his co-worker
ended up with it.
And then his co-worker thought it was
from this girl he was with last night.
I am... beyond words right now.
Great.
Well, that is another mandatory
vacation day
wasted on Anderson Whitmire.
So now what?
His one-month anniversary
is coming up soon, right?
That can only mean...
- Belvedere's.
- Belvedere's!
Exactly!
A little booze,
a lot of witnesses...
Sounds like a prime set-up
for sabotage!
Okay. So what are
we going to do?
I have an idea.
What does Anderson hate
more than anything else
during the holidays?
Feel-good music.
Fruit cake!
No.
Jeez. That's him?
Beau? Livvy and Murphy. Guys?
Meet Santa.
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