‘A Christmas Conspiracy’: written just before the Pandemic & hence a Happy story

The Blurb

Christmas has never been more complicated!

Goldie Gill works in a recruiting firm in Toronto and has had it with his mother’s single-minded desire to see him married off to a nice girl. Goldie has no wish to find himself a nice girl – he is perfectly happy living the life and hanging out with his cat, Billy.

It takes a chance encounter with a dusky, doe-eyed, scatter-brained beauty, just before Christmas, for Goldie to seriously reconsider his plans. But then, he learns that his meeting with the girl isn’t a happy coincidence – somebody has been meddling.

What is the conspiracy and how is Goldie going to get to the bottom of it considering that the girl has disappeared?

An Excerpt

I hadn’t noticed her come in. How long had she been waiting? Why would anybody stand her up? She was a dusky beauty, the kind you’d expect to see on the covers of the magazines my mother bought from the Indian store.

I don’t usually speak of natural beauty as being a deciding factor in any negotiation – in fact, I never base my judgments on appearances at all. I’m all into looking at work credentials and bio-data first, followed by character references, given as how I work in a recruiting company, but this girl was striking enough to distract me from my usual assessment routine. Plus, her agitation compelled me to recognize a kindred soul. Empathy flooded my being.

Just then, as though some of my feelings had crossed the space between us and touched her, her head jerked up and she caught my gaze on her. She cocked her head to one side, frowned, and then narrowed her large, kohl-rimmed eyes at me.

Ouch! Embarrassing!

I nodded an imperceptible nod and smiled a distant smile – the kind I used to acknowledge strangers on the subway. Then, I looked away, nervous that she’d think I’d been staring like a lecherous stalker.

To my dismay, the girl sprang to her feet, sending her chair crashing to the floor. Setting it upright, she smiled an apology at Sarah, the server, who had run up to help. The smile disappeared as soon as Sarah left. Reassembling her features into the dark frown her face had worn earlier, the girl took a long, narrow-eyed, and coldly assessing look at me, then grabbed her things off the table, and headed for mine.

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