Christmas at Harrington's
"Please, have a seat." Ms. Harrington gestured to a pair of black leather chairs across from her desk. "I'll cut to the chase because I'm sure your time is as valuable as mine."Lena wasn't so sure, but she nodded then sat down, folding her hands in her lap."Cassidy seems to think that you've been sent here by angels or God or maybe even Santa Claus."Lena blinked. "What?""She thinks you'd be perfect to play Mrs. Santa.""Mrs. Santa?""I suppose it's that coat." Ms. Harrington frowned. "And the curly hair. And I guess you have the right sort of face too." Now she laughed. "But I'm also guessing that is not the sort of work you're looking for."Lena was too dumbfounded to respond.