Mistletoe and HollyChapter 3
Ten years and Christmases later I was older, having just turned thirty-three, perhaps a bit wiser, certainly a lot richer, and still busting my ass at work since I had nothing in particular to look forward to going home to. I might still be the company's golden boy, recently promoted yet again just last week, but all of my most junior plant operators and young interns were each getting way more romance than I was. Sometimes I wasn't sure that this was a fair trade. That senior executive...