When she agreed, he smiled, a smile so wide that several customers looked at him curiously… and smiled back.
Sixteen
Happiest are the people who give the most happiness to others.
– Mrs. Miracle
That same morning Lindy Lee called Holly into her office again. Saving the document she was working on, Holly grabbed a pad and pen and rushed inside. Gesturing toward the chair, Lindy invited her to sit. This was unusual in itself; Lindy Lee never went out of her way to make Holly comfortable. In fact, it was generally the opposite.
“I’ve given your suggestion some thought,” she said crisply.
“You mean about the Christmas party for next year?”
Lindy Lee’s eyes narrowed. “Of course I mean the Christmas party. I want you to organize one for tomorrow.”
“
“No excuses.
“I’ll need a budget,” Holly said desperately. It was a little late to be organizing a party. Every caterer in New York would’ve been booked months ago. Finding a restaurant with an opening the day before Christmas would be hopeless. What was she thinking when she’d suggested the idea to Lindy Lee? Hadn’t she emphasized that she was talking about the
Lindy Lee glared at her. “I’m aware that you’ll require a budget. Please wait until I’m finished. You can ask your questions then.”
“Okay, sorry.” Holly wasn’t sure how she was supposed to manage this on such short notice.
Lindy explained that she’d close the office at two, that she wanted festive decorations and Christmas music, and that attendance was mandatory. “You can bring your nephew if you like,” she added, after setting a more than generous budget.
“In other words, the family of staff is included?”
“Good grief, no.”
“But Gabe’s family.”
“He’s adorable. He even-” Lindy Lee stopped abruptly.
Holly was in complete agreement about Gabe’s cuteness, but it wouldn’t go over well if Gabe was invited and no one else’s children were. “The others might get upset,” Holly said, broaching the subject cautiously. “I mean, if I bring Gabe and no other children are allowed, it might look bad.”
Lindy Lee sat back and crossed her arms, frowning. “If we invite family, then the place will be overrun with the little darlings,” she muttered sarcastically. She sighed. “
Holly shook her head. “There are too many practical considerations. People with kids would have to go home and pick them up and… Well, I think it’s too much trouble, so let’s not.”
“Okay,” Lindy said with evident relief.
“I’ll get right on this.”
“You might invite Gabe to the office again,” Lindy Lee shocked her by saying. “Maybe in the new year.”
Holly wondered if she’d misunderstood. “You want me to bring Gabe into the office?”
“A half day perhaps,” her boss said, amending her original thought.
“Okay.” So Gabe had succeeded in charming Lindy Lee, something Holly had once considered impossible.
Lindy Lee turned back to her computer, effectively dismissing Holly. Head whirling with the difficulty of her assignment, Holly returned to her own desk. She immediately got a list of nearby restaurants and began making calls, all of which netted quick rejections. In fact, the people she spoke with nearly laughed her off the phone. By noon she was growing desperate and worried.
“How’s it going?” Lindy Lee asked as she stepped out of her office to meet someone for lunch. “Don’t answer. I can tell by the look on your face.”
“If only we’d scheduled the party a bit sooner…”
“You shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to spring it on me,” she said, laying the blame squarely on Holly.
That seemed unfair and a little harsh, even for Lindy Lee.
“We could have our event here in the building,” Lindy Lee suggested, apparently relenting. “The sixth floor has a big open space. Check with them and see if that’s available.”
“I’ll do it right away.”
“Good,” Lindy said, and turned to leave.
“I’ll make this party happen,” Holly promised through gritted teeth.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Lindy Lee tossed over her shoulder on her way out the door.
As soon as she’d left, Holly called the sixth floor. As luck would have it, the only time available was the afternoon of Christmas Eve-exactly what she needed. That solved one problem, but there was still an equally large hurdle to jump. Finding a caterer.
Despite the urgency of this task, Holly kept her lunch date with Jake. These last days before Christmas made getting away for more than a few minutes difficult for him. Yet he managed with the help of his staff who, according to Jake, were determined to smooth the course of romance. Mrs. Miracle, God bless her, had spearheaded the effort.
Holly picked up a pastrami on rye at the deli and two coffees, and walked to Finley’s; that was all they really had time for. Now that she’d been assured of her Christmas bonus, Holly had resumed the luxury of buying lunch. When she arrived at the store, white bag in hand, Jake was busy with a customer.
Mrs. Miracle saw her and came over to greet Holly. “My dear, what’s wrong?”
Once again Holly was surprised at how readable she must be. “I’m on an impossible mission,” she said.
“And what’s that?” the older woman asked.
Holly explained. As soon as she’d finished, Mrs. Miracle smiled. “I believe I can help you.”
“You can?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes, a friend of mine just opened a small restaurant in the Village. She’s still getting herself established, but she’d certainly be capable of handling this party. What are you planning to serve? Sandwiches? Appetizers? Cookies? That sort of thing?”
“The party will be in the early afternoon, so small sandwiches and cookies would be perfect. It doesn’t have to be elaborate.” At this point she’d accept almost anything.
“I’ll get you my friend’s number.”
“Yes, please, and, Mrs. Miracle, thank you so much.”
“No problem, my dear. None whatsoever.” The older woman beamed her a smile. “By the way, I’ve set up a table in the back of the storeroom for you and Jake to have your lunch.”
“How thoughtful.”
“You go on back and Jake’ll be along any minute. Meanwhile, I’ll get you that phone number.”
“Thanks,” she said again. “Could you tell me your friend’s name?”
