CHAPTER 66

On the 21st, I walked into the Top Floor and was welcomed with a bombardment of Christmas decorations. Everywhere.

Paul was at the receptionists desk, wearing an oversized Santa hat.

"Guess what?" He said.

"What?"

"Christmas is in four days!" He squealed.

I groaned "Yay. Family drama and cold weather."

Paul scoffed, flicking my hand that was rested on the counter.

"Um, why did you flick me?"

"Because you're acting like a Grinch,...