Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
You check into the dump-of-a-motel that Kenzie booked you, and...it's just depressing.
Poor lighting, with a very sad plastic reindeer by the rental office.
You go over the notes that Kenzie emailed you, and you just want to go home already.
Spending almost a week *here*? It's just the icing on a really awful cake.
You pull up some porn on your phone but notice the time and think better of it, instead opting to take a quick "Elvis shower" (wash your face, wet your hair, refresh your deodorant and cologne), and put on something nice, but not "shark coming to steal your company" nice.
You give yourself a once-over in the dingy mirror, and check the location of the factory. It's less than 3/4 of a mile, so you decide you'll hoof it, you've got plenty of time.
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As you walk to the factory, you take in the sights. The town _is_ charming for all of it's "homeyness" and you notice, somewhat remarkably, that every woman you pass on the street is *very* attractive.
They're not all like "model" level, but some of them legitimately could be.
And, if this walk is any indication, the ratio of women to men seems like it's almost 10 to 1 (but it's safe to assume many of the men are working in the factory, you suppose).