Post by Christian Moynahan on Dec 25, 2014 12:06:17 GMT -5
Four for the four that stood at the door,
Three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and - Silas
One for the little - baby boy
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem
-Nick Lowe, “Children Go Where I Send Thee”
23 December 2014
Ark Industries HQ - Lounge
6:00 PM
Typically, office parties were always the same - food, music, meaningless conversation. A bit of gift-giving and perhaps a sprig of mistletoe as an age-old joke. Christian wanted to go beyond that. The year prior had been his first Christmas at Ark Industries, but he had not thrown a party; he had simply given everyone bonuses and a few days off. This year, having settled comfortably into his position as Ark’s CEO, he wanted to try something different.
He had asked Fallon to quietly rearrange Ark’s lounge, and the woman had thankfully come in overnight to set the room up. The lounge was then transformed into a holiday retreat, complete with electronic fireplace. After Christian came in early on the morning of the twenty-third and taken a look at the room, he had thanked Fallon for her hard work and eye for design, and then locked the lounge, posting a sign on the door that claimed the room had flooded. A few staff members asked questions, but Fallon and Christian fielded them by explaining just what the sign said.
The party was set for six P.M. It was meant as a holiday party in general, for anyone who followed any other religion or not at all. He had simply instructed Fallon to follow a Christmas theme in the tradition of most office holiday parties, and to avoid confusion.
He did not know whether any of the staff had given each other gifts, but he had gotten something for his senior staff, and everyone had a little stocking hung up around the room. Some garlands and such were strung up from the ceiling. No mistletoe, though. A small Christmas tree, clearly pre-decorated, had been set on the main table, and refreshments laid out on a table against a wall. Everything looked and felt very festive. He hoped.
Unsurprisingly, Christian was wearing a very “festive” ensemble himself. His outfit was actually kind of subdued compared to some of the colors he put together on other days. Plus, as in general, he was fairly relaxed, and smiling, because he knew he was about to make his employees very happy. Also, he was looking forward to spending the holidays “off the grid,” with someone close to his heart. As was typical of him, he had gotten her something unique, the only one of its kind on Earth. That would hold until Christmas, however.
He had invited Lucius, Dakari, and the Constants to the office party as well. Whether they would attend was a matter of their having other plans or such. While he did want to see them, he would completely understand if they were busy. He would simply have to deliver their presents another time, likely before he left town for Texas.
As Christian was taking down the “flooded” sign, Alain Jensen, his right-hand man, joined him at the door. “‘Flooded,’ right? Just before a holiday party is meant to take place?” Alain shot Christian a grin. “You’re slick, but not that slick.”
Christian laughed. “Way to bust my ego, Alain.” He pushed open the door and revealed the newly-configured lounge. Alain chuckled in surprise.
“Well. You certainly outdid yourself this time,” Alain remarked, looking around, his eyes falling on the electric fireplace. “Really outdid yourself.”
“Thank Fallon. She did all of this,” Christian poured himself a glass of zinfandel (such beverages not being ‘the norm’ at offices, but everyone knew Christian Moynahan liked to throw convention out the window). “She and the others should be here at any moment. It’s 5:56.”
He had asked Fallon to quietly rearrange Ark’s lounge, and the woman had thankfully come in overnight to set the room up. The lounge was then transformed into a holiday retreat, complete with electronic fireplace. After Christian came in early on the morning of the twenty-third and taken a look at the room, he had thanked Fallon for her hard work and eye for design, and then locked the lounge, posting a sign on the door that claimed the room had flooded. A few staff members asked questions, but Fallon and Christian fielded them by explaining just what the sign said.
The party was set for six P.M. It was meant as a holiday party in general, for anyone who followed any other religion or not at all. He had simply instructed Fallon to follow a Christmas theme in the tradition of most office holiday parties, and to avoid confusion.
He did not know whether any of the staff had given each other gifts, but he had gotten something for his senior staff, and everyone had a little stocking hung up around the room. Some garlands and such were strung up from the ceiling. No mistletoe, though. A small Christmas tree, clearly pre-decorated, had been set on the main table, and refreshments laid out on a table against a wall. Everything looked and felt very festive. He hoped.
Unsurprisingly, Christian was wearing a very “festive” ensemble himself. His outfit was actually kind of subdued compared to some of the colors he put together on other days. Plus, as in general, he was fairly relaxed, and smiling, because he knew he was about to make his employees very happy. Also, he was looking forward to spending the holidays “off the grid,” with someone close to his heart. As was typical of him, he had gotten her something unique, the only one of its kind on Earth. That would hold until Christmas, however.
He had invited Lucius, Dakari, and the Constants to the office party as well. Whether they would attend was a matter of their having other plans or such. While he did want to see them, he would completely understand if they were busy. He would simply have to deliver their presents another time, likely before he left town for Texas.
As Christian was taking down the “flooded” sign, Alain Jensen, his right-hand man, joined him at the door. “‘Flooded,’ right? Just before a holiday party is meant to take place?” Alain shot Christian a grin. “You’re slick, but not that slick.”
Christian laughed. “Way to bust my ego, Alain.” He pushed open the door and revealed the newly-configured lounge. Alain chuckled in surprise.
“Well. You certainly outdid yourself this time,” Alain remarked, looking around, his eyes falling on the electric fireplace. “Really outdid yourself.”
“Thank Fallon. She did all of this,” Christian poured himself a glass of zinfandel (such beverages not being ‘the norm’ at offices, but everyone knew Christian Moynahan liked to throw convention out the window). “She and the others should be here at any moment. It’s 5:56.”