It’s Monday. Christmas is Friday. Samir is beginning to wonder if he shouldn’t have planned a cruise of his own. Just because his family doesn’t celebrate Christmas doesn’t mean he couldn’t have popped home to Chicago for the weekend—heaven knows there’s not a thing going on around here.
He could have at least stayed home from work. All he’s done is plow through plate after plate of holiday baked goods in the office kitchen. All from grateful or hopeful clients who’ve closed for the week, leaving Samir with nothing to brainstorm, nothing to present to anybody, nothing to do but eat his daydreams of little Kerry from Michigan’s falling down his chimney Friday morning wearing nothing but a red-and-white Santa hat and a smile.
Somehow Lisa has managed to scrounge up a meeting with the Cham
