Lucy Gordon - The Millionaire’s Christmas Wish

2007

IT WAS the most glorious Christmas tree in the world: eight feet high, brilliant with baubles, tinsel and flickering lights, with a dazzling star shining from the top.

Around the base brightly coloured parcels, decorated with shiny bows, crowded together, spilling lavishly over the floor.

The whole thing presented a picture of generous abundance. It was a family tree, meant to stand in a home, surrounded by happy children eagerly tearing the wrapping from the parcels, revealing longed for gifts.

Instead, it stood in the corner of Alex Meads huge office. The presents were fake. Any child removing the pretty wrapping paper would have found only empty boxes.

But no child would do so. The whole confection had been designed and carried out by Alexs secretary, Katherine, and as far as he was concerned she had wasted her time.

She entered now with some letters in one hand and a newspaper in the other, and he noticed that she couldnt resist glancing proudly at the tree as she passed.

Sentimentalist, he said, giving her the brilliant grin that won him goodwill at every first meeting. Often the goodwill was short-lived. It didnt take long for rivals and associates to discover the predator who lived beneath the charm.

Well, it looks nice, she said defensively. Honestly, Alex, dont you have any Christmas spirit?

Sure I do. Look at your bonus.

I have and it was a lovely surprise.

You earned it, Kath. You did almost as much as I did to build this firm up.

He was a generous man where money was concerned. Not only her bonus but that of several other vital employees had been more than expected. Alex knew how to keep good staff working difficult hours.

Some of them want to come in and thank you, she said now.

Tell them theres no need. Say you said it for them, and I said all the right things-Happy Christmas, have a nice time-youll know how to make it sound good.

Why do you have to try to sound like Scrooge?

Because I am Scrooge, he said cheerfully.

Liar, she said, with the privilege of long friendship. Scrooge would never have let his employees go a day early, the way youre doing. Most firms keep everyone there until noon, Christmas Eve.

Yes, and whats the result? Nobody does any work on Christmas Eve morning. Half of them are hung over and theyre all watching the clock. Its a waste of everyones time.

She laid the newspaper, open at the financial page, on his desk. Did you see this?

It was the best Christmas gift an entrepreneur could have had. There was a page of laudatory text about Mead Consolidated and its meteoric rise, its impact on the market, its brilliant prospects.

Backing this up was an eye-catching photograph of Alex, his grin at its most engaging, telling the world that here was a man of charisma and confidence who could steer his way skilfully through waters infested by sharks. You would have to look very closely to see that he was one of them.

The picture was cut off halfway down his chest, so it didnt show the long-limbed body that was just a little underweight. He was thin because he forgot to eat, relying on nervous energy for nourishment, just as he relied on nervous force to make an impact.

It was Alexs proud boast that he had no nerves. The truth, as Kath knew, was that he lived on them. It was one of the reasons why he looked older than his thirty-seven years, why his smile was so swift and unpredictable, and why his temper was beginning to be the same.

When shed come to work for him his dark eyes had sparkled with ambition and confidence and his complexion had had a healthy glow. The glow was gone now, and there were too often shadows under his eyes. But he was still a handsome man, only partly through his looks. The rest was a mysterious talisman, an inner light for which there were no words.

She had been on business trips with him and seen the female heads turn, the eyes sparkle with interest. To his credit he had never collected, although whether that was out of love for his wife or because he couldnt spare the time from business, Kath had never quite decided.

Heres the one to watch, she read from the newspaper. By this time next year Mead Consolidated will threaten to dominate the market. Well, you might try to look pleased. Its so brilliant you might have written it yourself.

He laughed. How do you know I didnt?

Now you mention it, you probably did. Youre conceited enough for anything.

So conceited that if Id written it I wouldnt have stopped at threatened to dominate. Thats not good enough for me. I have to be at the top, and Im going to get there.

Alex, you only started eleven years ago, practically working from a garden shed. Give yourself time.

I dont need time. I need Craddocks contract, the biggest thats ever come my way.

Well, youve got it.

Not until hes signed it. Dammit, why did he have to get this tomfool idea about going to the Caribbean?

George Craddock, the man whose signature he was determined to get by hook or by crook, had been all set to sign when hed been struck by the notion of a gathering on the tiny Caribbean island that he owned. Hed called Alex about it that very afternoon.

And a big contract signing party to end it, Alex groaned now. Its a pointless exercise because the deals already set up.

So why the party? Kath asked.

Because hes old, foolish and lonely and has nobody to spend Christmas with him. So I have to forget my plans and catch a plane tonight.

Werent you supposed to be seeing your family over Christmas?

Part of it. I was going to arrive tomorrow and stay until the next day. Now Ill have to call Corinne and explain that Ive been called away. I just hope I can make her understand.

Tact prevented Kath from saying, Sure, she understands so well that shes divorcing you.

You should have told Craddock to get stuffed, she told him robustly now.

No way! You know how hard Ive fought for this contract, and Im not going to see it slip through my fingers now.

Seeing disapproval on her face he said, defensively, Kath, therell be other Christmases.

Im not so sure. Children grow up so fast, and suddenly there arent other Christmases.

Now youre being sentimental, he said gruffly.

That silenced her. Sentimental was Alexs strongest term of disapproval.

Im sorry, he said. Im not in the best of moods. Go home, Kath. Have a nice Christmas.

And be in early on the first day, she said in a reciting tone.

I never need to tell you that.

When shed gone he sat down tiredly and stared at the phone. What he had to do could not be put off any longer. If you had to break a promise it was best to do it quickly and cleanly.

He hoped there wouldnt be any trouble with Corinne. She was used to the demands of his job, and the fact that it often took him away from his family. The only time shed ever fought him about it was at Christmas.

And it would have to be Christmas now, wouldnt it? he thought, exasperated. Just when hed wanted to put a good face on things and show that he wasnt a neglectful father, as shed accused him!

Hed planned to join her and the children tomorrow, just for one day, because that was all he could spare. But he would have arrived, overflowing with presents, and they would have been impressed whether they liked it or not. They would have had to be. He would have seen to that.

So the sooner he called, the better. Dial the number, say, Im afraid theres been a change of plan-

He reached for the phone.