Girlfriends of Christmas Past Page #3

And Rudolph has never been more

ready for revenge.

What about you, Vixen?

You out, or you in?

Let's put triple exes

all over his holiday

greeting card this year.

I could be at a holiday

happy hour right now.

Where is this guy?

There he is.

Tyler, meet Zoe and Murphy.

And Izzy Wizzy Wuzzy Pup.

Hi, ladies, and Izzy Wuzzy.

[Livvy] Okay, so tell me.

The flowers were delivered

to Anderson's office.

What?

Why? That's impossible.

I know, but that's where the

courier took his 3:30 delivery.

He is probably delivering

the flowers to her himself.

Well, so much for Plan A, guys.

This has been

a colossal waste of time.

Maybe she works there too.

What?

Zoe's right.

She works there.

It makes sense.

She's a holiday intern.

- Oh that...

- [Livvy] You know what?

Murphy, this could work

in our favor.

This is a good thing.

[Tyler] What are you doing?

I thought you said,

you were just going to write

a note and be done with it.

Nope. Girls, we're going

to make an anonymous basket

for Anderson come first thing

Monday morning.

What do you want to put in it?

[Murphy] So what's the plan?

You guys hang tight.

When lunch arrives,

Anderson will retreat

to his office as per usual,

and I will deliver his Christmas

basket to his temp.

Oh, that'll be lunch.

I hope Anderson's cold-cut

is cold.

I don't know what that means.

Neither do I.

Wish me luck!

[inaudible office chatter]

[office chatter]

[woman] It was so cute!

We were holding hands

for like half an hour.

And then we went to this fabulous

little ice cream shop on Third.

He ordered us two scoops of

strawberry balsamic to share.

- That's so cute.

- Right?

Can I help you with something?

Hi.

I was just admiring Anderson's

big, beautiful basket.

Anderson's office

is down the hall.

No, no, it's not.

I'm pretty sure that it is.

At least for the last two months

because this is my office now.

Oh... Who are you?

I work here. Shouldn't I be

asking you that question?

Yeah, I am... I am...

[clears throat]

[stammers] Olivia Beale.

Ah. I am Carter.

Bolton. I'm the new VP of

software development.

Are you Anderson's lady friend?

[scoffs] No.

I just worked here last year

at the holiday party.

Oh, yeah.

I heard it was a big hit.

I'm a big hitter.

[nervous laughter]

[Carter clears throat]

So... you said you just saw this

sitting here when you came in?

You didn't see

who dropped it off?

Right, and I think that

maybe it could be...

[chuckles] There is no name.

I wonder if I have

a secret admirer.

Yeah, maybe.

"You've been naughty this year."

I know who this is from.

So Anderson's not the only person

who needs a lump of coal brownies?

Oh, were you digging around

in my basket?

It was nice to meet you.

- I'm going to go.

- Oh, okay.

[screaming]

- Oh, my God!

- It's okay.

I'm so sorry! Let me help you!

It's all right.

I'm good, thank you.

- Okay...

- I'm good.

Okay, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, wow. Cute shoes.

- Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Who's that?

Oh, that's Anderson's

new assistant, Megan.

She's a temp-to-hire.

She's... really pretty.

You seem a little jealous.

I just think, she could be

an office distraction.

Wow. Well, I mean,

if Anderson was discriminating

against someone

for being too pretty,

he might not

have hired you either.

[scoffs] Yeah.

You know what?

Here is my card, Ms. Beal.

If by any chance you would be

interested, I...

In a date with you?

Just... probably not.

No.

No, I was actually just going

to ask if you could help me out

with the holiday party

at the country club.

I drew the short straw and I just

figured you've done it before...

Yeah, I'm just...

kind of busy right now.

Hence why Anderson probably

didn't mention my name.

And you know it's going to be

a secret that I was here,

so maybe if you like...

didn't mention it.

Okay. Yeah, yeah sure.

You know what? Why don't you

keep my card anyway

just in case...

Okay.

So, how was it?

Did she leave him red and

crumbling in tidal wave of tears

in front of

the entire boardroom?

Whoa! Do you need a back rub?

He changed offices.

So I delivered it

to the wrong office

and his co-worker

ended up with it.

And then his co-worker thought it was

from this girl he was with last night.

I am... beyond words right now.

Great.

Well, that is another mandatory

vacation day

wasted on Anderson Whitmire.

So now what?

His one-month anniversary

is coming up soon, right?

That can only mean...

- Belvedere's.

- Belvedere's!

Exactly!

A little booze,

a lot of witnesses...

Sounds like a prime set-up

for sabotage!

Okay. So what are

we going to do?

I have an idea.

What does Anderson hate

more than anything else

during the holidays?

Feel-good music.

Fruit cake!

No.

Jeez. That's him?

You guys missed a great show.

Beau? Livvy and Murphy. Guys?

Meet Santa.

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

Ain't he cute?

Well, I hope you have an Oscar-caliber

Santa hiding somewhere in those slippers.

Okay, how do I look?

- You look just like Santa!

- Perfect.

Oh, hey!

- You look so good!

- Yes!

We just contacted Belvedere's.

They have a 7 p.m. reservation,

and they'll be leaving

anytime now.

He's going to do whatever he can

not to pay you,

so you need to not give in

without a fight. Okay?

All good, ladies.

I am a trained professional.

So remember, just look for the...

Flax-haired hottie with a smile

you can snack on for days.

- I got it.

- Okay, are we don't with this little powwow,

'cause it's 6:
30, and he's going

to be coming down any minute.

Okay?

Good luck!

[bell chiming]

[Megan] That's not true.

- Well, it might be. It could be.

- I feel like it's not, though.

Well, hey.

Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas, kids.

Aren't you too sweet?

You look a little young

to play Santa, huh?

Ho ho ho!

Never too young

to help out the homeless.

A few pennies for the poor?

All proceeds go

to the local shelter.

[Megan] Yes, absolutely.

There you go! [clears throat]

- Babe.

- 'Tis the season to be giving.

[Megan clears throat]

Sorry, man.

I don't have any more cash.

[Megan]

But you always have cash.

Not tonight.

Well, how were you going to tip

the valet?

Hey, it's all good.

I get it. Money is tight

around the holidays.

You don't have the money.

I don't judge.

Are you even legit, man?

You don't exactly look like

a charity Santa to me.

I may not be the real Santa...

but I am one of

Santa's little helpers.

Okay, look, man, we have a dinner

reservation at seven o'clock,

so I don't really have time for

this, but I'll tell you what.

You show up on Monday wearing

your cute little outfit,

and I'll bring some cash,

and I'll throw you a 20. Okay?

[Megan coughs]

No cash?

Well, I guess I forgot

I went to the ATM last night.

- It was so late.

- Of course!

Short-term memory loss

is rampant this day and age.

[Megan clears throat]

Two hundred dollars.

- Wow, thank you.

- Oh, okay.

[Megan] Don't worry about it.

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