Standing in the doorway to his office, Rafe Allen sipped a glass of liberally-spiked eggnog and shook his head in disbelief. The headquarters of Kringle Works, Inc. looked nothing like the well-oiled machine it appeared to be during working hours. Desks had been pushed back to make room for a dance floor, holly and pine garlands studded with Christmas ornaments decorated every possible surface, and the refreshments table was loaded down with so many different kinds of gingerbread, cookies, and snacks that it was a miracle it didn’t buckle under the weight. The noise was deafening as Rafe’s fifty hard-working employees and assorted spouses, significant others, and dates danced and drank, caroused and let loose, celebrating the holiday and a job well done on their most important night of the year. Rafe lifted his drink in silent toast. They deserved the party, and the hefty bonus coming their way as well. The last twelve months had been a giant leap out of their comfort zone, and his little PR firm had handled the challenge with grace and aplomb.
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