Three
Mack got off the elevator and noticed that the three men in the bar who had been harassing Bailey were still there. They were drinking and roaring with laughter. Mack paused, his hands curled into fists as he let himself imagine what he would do to them if he ever saw them in a dark alley with no witnesses.
Just cool it. They are men with tiny d***s who aren’t worth going to jail over.
He released a breath and walked past the bar and headed for the new resort ballroom. He searched the crowd of Trouble Inc. employees. Mack had no idea what Cheryl looked like.
“Hey, Macholan, nice job!” someone called out as he walked past. He turned his head to see his department head, a guy in his midfifties named Riggs. Riggs had been the source of the bet for how he ended up as Santa Claus.
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