Jack:You’re just now trying to figure this out?
Jack:Also doesn’t Holly know what’s going on?
Owen:I think she’s done with me.
Jack:… Dude
I searched the internet. If my secretary has been here, I would have asked her to help me find a place to cater at the last minute. Surely that wouldn’t be impossible? I called a place that said they did high-end parties.
“You need what?” the owner asked incredulously when I called. “We’ve been booked for the twenty-fourth for months.”
It was the same at the other places. I was screwed in more ways than one. I’d fucked up with Holly, and now I had screwed up the Christmas party I didn’t even want.
Owen:None of these places cater. I think I need to cook a turkey. Could your brother Remy give me a crash course on how to use a smoker?
Walker:Lol you’re going to cook? I can’t believe Holly didn’t give you an easier dish to make.
Owen:Why does everyone assume she’s doing all the cooking?
Walker:Please don’t tell me you screwed up. I was going to put in a special request for that wedding cake she made.
Owen:You already ate the whole thing?
Walker:You know the holidays stress me out.
Walker:Hey you know what I’ll bring a shit ton of beer and potato chips. Everyone will be so drunk it will kill the food poisoning you give them when you fuck up that turkey.
I went back to praying I could find a place to cater the party but was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Greg Svensson.
“I was just informed that you screwed up the restaurant,” Greg said.
“I didn’t screw anything up,” I said icily.
“That’s not what Walker said,” Greg retorted. “I can't believe you. I already rubbed it in Grant Holbrook’s face. I saw him at Cameli’s. I can’t have this coming back to me.”
“You know I can’t stand the Holbrooks after what they did to us,” his brother Hunter said into the speaker. “I better not see Holly opening up shop in the Holbrook Enterprises tower. Has she confirmed with you on running the restaurant in the Quantum Cyber tower?”
“I don't know,” I said brusquely.
“You don't know? Owen. This has to happen. I can't look bad,” Greg insisted.
“Why does everyone get so petty and emotional around Christmas?” I complained.
“Because it’s a terrible holiday.”
I hung up. I had several problems to solve. The main one was Holly. I tried calling her again. No answer. I looked around my office; I needed a grand gesture. But I didn’t even know where she lived. I bet I knew who would, though.
I scrolled through my phone until I found the number. I hated to do this—it felt like making a deal with the devil.
Owen:I need to ask you for a favor.
Garrett:No.
Owen:It’s not a big favor. I need to know where Holly is.
My phone rang.
Garrett’s voice was annoyed. “You lost Holly?”
