Snowed-Inn Christmas

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Kevin Jenner,

travel writer extraordinaire.

Doofus.

Do you seriously answer

your phone like that?

Meg, is that you?

Yes, it's me.

Can't you just

add me to your contacts

so you don't have to ask

every time I call?

I don't add anyone

to my contacts,

it makes answering my phone

more thrilling.

Hey, I got an important day

at work today.

Can we, uh, can we talk later?

No, I have to talk to you.

Do you love me?

Do I love you? Yes, I love you.

You're my favourite sister.

I'm your only sister.

Hey, Meg, what's up?

Do you need a kidney

or something?

What? No.

I want you to come home

for Christmas.

Kevin? Did you hear

what I just said?

Yes. You know I can't do that.

I'm going to Aspen on

a luxury Christmas piece.

It's a big one.

I thought your boss hadn't

assigned who was going yet.

She's choosing me.

If I ever get to work.

She's picking today.

But you haven't been

home for Christmas since

Mom misses you.

Are you sure everything's okay?

Meg, work has been hectic.

All right? I'll be there

next year, I promise.

I'll see you in the new year.

I love you.

Tell Mom I say hi.

Good morning, writers.

Good morning.

How's everybody doing?

Good morning.

Nice to you see you.

You all look very dapper

and beautiful.

I like the red, very holiday.

All right. As you all see

we are in mid-December

and our holiday content

is in full swing.

Epiphany has never looked

more festive. Look at it.

I am very proud of the hard work

that each and every one of you

has put in this last year.

You've done a great job.

Thank you.

However, Epiphany's traffic

has gone down about 20%

since last December.

Yeah. I mean,

it's like competition in the

online magazine world is fierce,

I could hardly keep up.

Let me guess. Another

pregnant woman needed saving

on the way to work this morning?

Uh, no, no, no.

It was, um

Litter of kittens.

Very sad.

As I was saying, Epiphany's

readership has taken a turn.

People,

they don't want any more of that

New Age hipster holiday fluff.

They want stories of hope,

they want stories of redemption,

they need the proof

that the Christmas magic still

exists out there somewhere.

So it's really important,

really important,

for each and every one of us

to start finding stories

that speak to

the heart of the season.

And I hate to have to say this

but our jobs depend on it.

Um, ho-how do our jobs

depend on it?

Are you saying

there's going to be cuts?

Likely in the new year.

Unless we all get

a Christmas miracle.

And I hate to have to

break this on you guys

right before the holiday

but unfortunately

that's just the way it is.

So, any other questions?

Have you decided who's getting

the Christmas Aspen piece?

Yes, it's going to be you.

You're picking him?

Yeah. And you too.

Sorry?

Excuse me?

What do Wait. What do you mean

that we're both going?

We have two completely different

writing styles.

Yeah, that's right.

One is interesting and fun.

It's clean and professional

versus messy and disorganized.

One is boring and bland.

Boring and bland? Really?

I've been here

Oh, come on.

Will both of you please stop it?

Stop it!

I said stop before I

Or do I need to

send both of you to detention?

I mean, these are tough times

in journalism.

Our readers, they need to be

part of a story

that puts them in

the Christmas spirit

so they can remember what

Christmas is truly about.

Which is what exactly again?

You know, that is for

you two to figure out.

All I know is that our readers

should be so enchanted

that they are rushing to

plan their own Aspen Christmas.

And that is why I picked both of

you, my two best writers.

Because you two are wonderful

but you're skilled

in different ways.

And I know this may

sound a little harsh

but I really need to figure out

which one of you is

my most valuable writer.

Hm?

No, really.

Do my readers want soft

and warm and historic?

Or do they want fast and bold

and straight to the point?

Why are those mutually

exclusive? I don't understand.

Well, it's simple. It's simple.

Whichever one of you

can write the piece

that gets the most traffic

to the site,

then you are

my most valuable writer.

And what happens

to the person that doesn't

get the most traffic?

Like I said, we all need

a Christmas miracle.

Flight leaves 1:
00pm sharp.

Please don't be late.

I don't care how many kittens

need saving, Mr. Jenner.

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Hudson, I need to

speak with you.

Enchanting is my niche.

Why am I being sent to Aspen

with the class clown?

Will you please stop it?

Please.

I need to protect this company.

Now, how are you doing?

I know this is a hard

time of year for you.

I'm fine.

No. Really.

I need to know, Jenna.

It's only been, what, a month

since you and Andrew broke up?

And I know how excited you were

to meet him and his family

for the holidays.

Oh, no. Everything's great.

I'm happy.

I just want to work.

You know what I think?

I think that it would be good

for you to meet someone new.

Oh.

No, really.

Be open to new experiences.

And you never know, you might

meet somebody in Colorado.

Oh, boy.

I'm going to go now.

Let that hair down

a little bit, girl.

No, really. Loosen up.

Can't write with my hair down.

It's itchy.

I meant that figuratively

and you know that.

I know.

Loosen up!

Goodness.

What was that about?

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