Chapter 50

Until Christmas rolls around. Marc Brown has a renowned soft spot for Santa, and Samir feels just like a high school kid squirming in his seat, counting the days until Winter Break. The halls are decked with every non-denominational sledding-snowman cutout the decorating committee could get their hands on at the dollar store; Lynette at Reception greets visitors, clients, and the UPS guy in a jaunty, tinsel-strewn reindeer-antler headband; Samir has come back from lunch every day since December first to a treat or a tasteful trinket from his Secret Santa on his desk.

“Somebody good has me,” he tells Lisa. “Today I got a little knit stocking with a five dollar coffee gift card in it.”

“Five bucks? It’s not even Friday. I never get a good Secret Santa. Today I got a Starburst.”

“A Starburst. As in, one?”

She fishes in her pocket and withdraws a squished wad of candy wrapped in yellow paper; she offers it to Samir. “Want it?”