The 14 Days of Christmas Read Online Louise Bay

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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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The 14 Days of Christmas

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Louise Bay

1910747793 (ISBN13: 9781910747780)
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I hate Christmas.
As CEO of my company, I’ve banned decorations from the office, festive music from the lobby and any kind of secret Santa gifts between employees are strictly forbidden.
I’m heading to the airport, away from the Christmas lights and the mulled wine, heading for sunshine and margaritas when I get a call from Granny. She’s sprained her ankle and needs my help filling in for her as head of the village Christmas Committee. Snowsly is the Christmas Capital of England and the last place I want to be in the lead up to Christmas.
But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Granny.
When I arrive in Snowsly, I’m introduced to Celia Sommers who is Christmas’s biggest fan and therefore my own personal nightmare before Christmas. Worse than that, I have to work with her to make Snowsly’s Christmas market a success.
Celia is determined to get me in the festive spirit. It’s not going to work.
It doesn’t matter if she’s smart and funny and easy to flirt with—if she doesn’t stop looking at me with her sparkling eyes and pouting her completely kissable lips, Celia is going straight to the top of my naughty list.
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Last time I checked, I wasn’t Santa Claus and this wasn’t a public holiday, which meant there was nothing to explain the Christmas music blasting through my office door. I took a deep breath and tried to unclench my jaw. Did people give up working for the entire month of December? Didn’t they know I was in a meeting, and they should be doing their jobs?

“I need a breakdown by end of business tomorrow,” I said to Ali as the image on Luke’s jumper caught my attention. Reindeer? Really? My head of compliance was usually so reliable.

“Don’t you fly out tonight?” Ali asked.

I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure what me taking a plane to Barbados had to do with anything.

“Yes of course, I can get you that breakdown,” she spluttered, rifling through her note pad.

“Good, then that’s everything.” I stood and everyone scooped up their papers and headed out in silence—my preferred background noise for the office. Rather than Mariah Carey or Wham! or Michael bloody Bublé.

As I opened my office door, there was no mistaking the dulcet tones of Slade wishing me a Merry Christmas. I stalked to the outer office where my assistant sat.

“Get. Them. To. Turn. It. Off,” I said through gritted teeth.

“People are just happy, Sebastian,” she said on a sigh. “But yes, I’ll ask them to turn it down.”

“No reason for them to be any happier now than they were last month. Or the month before that.” I couldn’t tell what got me more irritated—the idiocy of the Christmas season, or my rage at the idiocy of the Christmas season. “Is that . . . tinsel around your screen?” I asked, incredulous. What was it about this time of year that sent everybody sideways? Made people wear terrible clothing, listen to terrible music, and eat too much terrible food? I couldn’t wait to leave the country and escape it all. Just a few more hours and I’d be headed to a Caribbean beach. One of my oldest friends, Griffin, was due to fly out to join me for a couple of days, but apart from that I’d be blissfully alone.

My mobile vibrated on my desk, and I headed back into my office to see who it was. I accepted the call. “Granny?” She never called me in the week.

“Sebastian. I need your help.”

My pulse thudded low in my eardrums and I sent up a silent prayer that nothing was wrong. There was no one more important to me than Granny. I called her every weekend and she came to stay with me several times a year, and we’d stay up drinking too much whiskey, swearing, and putting the world to rights. She’d been a guiding force for me growing up, more of a parent to me than my mum and dad. She was the one person I trusted more than anyone in the world, the one person I’d do anything for—no questions asked.

“What can I do?” I asked.

“I’ve sprained my ankle and—”

Why wouldn’t she just come and live with me as I’d asked her to a hundred times before? “I’m sending a car to bring you back to London.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not coming to London.”

“I’ll send a nurse to you—”

“Sebastian, I’m seventy-three years old. I’m pretty sure I’ve earned the right not to be interrupted when I speak.”

No one on this earth could get away with talking to me like that. No one except Granny. “Sorry. What do you need?”

“The doctor told me that I have to keep my ankle elevated and can’t put any weight on it.”

Sounded like good advice.

“We’re in the second week of December. The Snowsly Christmas market is due to open in three days and we’re not nearly prepared. I’ve not even finished putting up the decorations in the Manor.”

“I’m sure you don’t need to worry about Snowsly. And get the reception staff to put up the Manor decorations.” Granny had a small hotel in the Cotswold village of Snowsly. She had a manager in there these days but she liked to keep busy, bossing everyone around.

“The village relies on me. You know I chair the Christmas committee. Even in the two days since I sprained my ankle—”

“You’re only calling now when you sprained your ankle two days ago? Why am I the last to hear?”

“Me and my ankle are going to be fine. That’s not my concern. The problem is that by the time I’ve recovered, Christmas will be over and so might some of the villagers’ livelihoods if we don’t pull off a Christmas to remember. The shopkeepers in the village make most of their money in the run-up to Christmas. I need you to come to Snowsly and be my eyes and ears. There’s only so much I can do, sitting on my sofa.”

“Come to Snowsly?” I was hours away from a first-class flight to the Caribbean, where Christmas was almost forgotten. The last thing I wanted to do was change my plans and head to Christmas headquarters in the heart of England.