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the screen to appear before I hunted for some food.
    Nothing happened. I pushed the button again. Nothing happened. The battery must be drained.
    “If this is a precursor to this meeting, I don’t even want to think how the meeting is going to go.” I had to secure this deal. If I didn’t, I’m not sure how much longer the Design Studio would last in this economy. I took the computer chord out of my bag and plugged it in, pushing the power button once again to…nothing.
    “First the tree and now my computer.” I glanced around, realizing that none of the lights were on. Frantically rushing around, I flipped on all the switches. Nothing was coming on.
    My dad always told me how to work the breaker panel just in case of an emergency and this was an emergency.
    I flipped all the switches in the steal box off and on, but nothing happened.
    “The storm!” I screamed, running up to the table and throwing all my files into my bag. There was only one thing to do. See if Wynn had electricity.
    Throwing on my dad’s snow boots and my coat, I grabbed my bag. I had ten minutes to get across the woods before my meeting with Mr. Bassett.
    The snow was up to my knees, but that didn’t stop me from trying to run through it.
    Wynn was right. What kind of man holds a meeting on Christmas? A mean, old, crotchety man. Scrouge, that’s who.
    From a distance, there was smoke rolling out of his chimney and the Christmas tree lights sparkled out of the side window, making me question when he put it up.
    The Hummer, parked in front of the cabin, wasn’t there yesterday. Who cares? I had to get on this call. He had electricity and I was going to barge in.
    Beating on the door, I jumped up and down on my toes to create a little heat throughout my body.
    The door opened, but Wynn wasn’t on the other side.
    My eyes took in the blonde goddess in her skin-tight red dress that fit perfectly around her busty frame, showing off every single curve that any man or woman would desire.
    “Can I help you?” She was a little apprehensive.
    “Yes.” I knew it was too good to be true. They were a perfect couple, just like Ken and Barbie. “I need Wynn.”
    “I’m sorry but he’s a little busy at the moment.” Her hand planted on the door, she leaned to the right.
    “Can I please talk to him?” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded. I followed her eyes as she scanned my body. She stopped at the pj’s.
    “Who is it?” Wynn’s voice floated out the door.
    “Wynn?” I rolled up on my tiptoes and yelled over Barbie.
    His head popped over her shoulder. “Sabrina?” She stepped out of the way and he held the door open. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
    I busted into tears. I only had seconds before Mr. Bassett was going to Skype me.
    “No, I’m not.” I held up the bag with all my work stuff in it. “The storm must’ve knocked my power out and I have that big meeting. Can I please tap into your electric?”
    “Sure.” He opened the door and I stepped in. The smell of coffee swirled around my head and hung there, teasing me. “It knocked mine out too, but I have a backup generator. You are going to have to use Brandy’s phone to tether into the internet though.”
    Brandy’s sky-high red high heels ticked across the floor as she reached into her huge Gucci bag, pulling out her fancy iPhone.
    “Here.” She handed it to me. Her perfectly manicured nails made me green with envy. This was the exact type of girl I expected a man like Wynn to be with. “I can help you.”
    Damn. She had to be nice too?
    Wynn went into another room in the cabin as Brandy worked on my laptop, adjusting all sorts of cords.
    Within seconds she had me tied into the internet and connected to Mr. Bassett’s number.
    I looked around the fully decorated Christmas cabin as the bubble sounds of Skype blurted out through my laptop. Not only had Wynn put up a Christmas tree, the staircase railing was wrapped in real garland with twinkling white lights.