Maxwell Santino asked, allowing his gaze to be commandeered by the hypnotic sway of silk-covered hips. “I think so, but I doubt she cares,” replied Maxwell’s best friend and partner, Jonas DeMarco. “She’s been handing out Christmas presents to the office all morning. I don’t think I’ve seen the IT department smile so much since this year’s ComiCon. She even came by my office and left a box on my desk this morning.” “In that get-up? Really…” Maxwell questioned, his voice trailing off, the disapproval fairly dripping from his lips. “She hasn’t spoken to me since Monday unless I spoke to her first. I’m getting a little tired of her silent treatment, and she pulled a stunt last night that took this whole misunderstanding to another level. I only hope this afternoon’s little surprise will make up for the mess we’ve had this week.” Fiona Day Santino carried a Santa-sized sack of presents up and down the aisle of the IT department, wishing each and every employee happy holidays.
