Christmas Cupid - Part One (2018)

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The office Christmas party is one disaster after the next for Maisie - especially when she has to leave early and her only option for a ride home is the biggest 'what if' of her life: Zach. Stuck in the car together (and stuck in traffic) who knows what could happen with a little Christmas magic? After all - there's no time like the present...

 Stuck in the car together (and stuck in traffic) who knows what could happen with a little Christmas magic? After all - there's no time like the present

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Work functions and an open bar are a recipe for disaster.

And yet somehow, this is the eighth year in a row they've had an open bar at the office Christmas party – or so I'm told. It's only my first year in this job (or any job, really) and my mum gave me a stern warning to not drink too much, because 'whatever else, this is still a professional environment'.

You wouldn't think that. Gerry's already been escorted out for being too sleazy, Caroline with three ex-husbands has thrown up in one of the potted plants and is now snogging some poor sap, Michael is trying to get a microphone he's found to work so he can start up karaoke, and Isla...

Well, if Isla's mum gave her the same advice as mine gave me, she's staunchly ignored it.

Right now, she's hanging off the finance manager's shoulder, red wine sloshing dangerously to the point where I think it's going to spill all over Frank's shirt. And even though Frank is only about three years older than us, and not really more senior, he will make Isla's life miserable if she ruins his shirt.

I should probably intervene.

Isla lets out a big honking laugh, snort and all, and starts doing her impression of the head of marketing.

It's uncanny, and hilarious, but she probably shouldn't be doing it in front of half the finance department.

I excuse myself from the conversation I'm not really part of anyway, slipping away from the small group I'm stood with. I down the last gulp of my prosecco before I put my glass down.

I give an awkward smile to the crowd of five people who are in stitches over Isla's impression.

"Maisie, hey," one of them says. "Have you heard this?"

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