Chapter 8
“Sounds like you should be in marketing,” his boss told him.
“Marketing?” He’d never even considered it.
“Yeah. How about I take you to the warehouse and we look over the toys? Maybe talk about some ideas?”
That excited Jules, and he grinned. “Sure. Sounds good.”
“I’ll help you and Eve unpack and catalog any new shipments tomorrow, and then we’ll head over.”
They finished their pizza and watched the news for a few minutes. Their conversation had dwindled, but a new electricity filled the air. It felt nice, until Felix said he needed to leave.
“Where do you live?” Jules asked, worried about him in the deep snow.
“Just across the clearing. I’ve got that A-frame cabin close to the Seasonal Operations Building.”
“You came all the way to deliver my scarf when your house is that close to work?” Jules asked incredulously.