So, This Is Christmas

By Vanda Denton and Tom Denton

This is the story of one man’s fight against the evils of product placements.

Hugh Brent is a man at the end of his tether. When the boss fires him just before Christmas his life changes. His son needs him but Hugh gets drawn into the dark underworld of sneaky advertising and so an intriguing story begins.

...you will love it or hate it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781326438760

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So, This Is Christmas

So, This Is Christmas

…and what have you done!

The story of one man’s fight against the evils of product placements

Vanda and Tom Denton

ISBN eBook: 978-1-326-43876-0

ISBN Paperback: 978-1-326-34504-4

© 2015 Vanda and Tom Denton

All rights reserved by the author. No part of this publication can be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers and/or authors.

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Chapter 1

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I’d gone to the States to confront the big cheese: the tax-dodging, bonus-eating, company chief with London, Paris and Malibu mansions and the five hundred foot yacht. The man who didn’t know me from Lincoln.

I was in the zone. Gliding through the streets, deftly side-stepping individuals on the Christmasssy crowded sidewalks, skipping up steps, springing over Santas and flawlessly vaulting a security desk. Adrenalin coursed through my system. I was elated, exhilarated, I’d never been so alive. I would reach the managing director with ease. I would hit my target. My target. Bugger the bonus, the exotic trip and the golf vacation. I was motivated. Me. I was about to hit my target for the first time in my life!

I crashed through the outer door of his grand office at the top of the Empire State Building. I pushed past the plastic secretary, who stared aghast as far as I could tell with that face-lift, and with undisguised admiration for my powerful build and athletic gait.

She was recovering from shock, gulping at air and almost finding a voice of objection, when I booted open the door of the being posing as a human who planned to exterminate personkind. As he rose in fear behind his massive desk, knocking back his chair, I heard an alarm. For a moment I was distracted by it. I swore at my foolishness and refocused quickly enough to see him snatching a gun from his desk. Before he’d even raised it to take aim I recognised it as a tiny Mini Glock. It was buried in his big fist while one fat finger tried to cram into the trigger. He fumbled in terror as I raised my huge Smith and Wesson 500 Magnum.

Again that disorientating buzzer squealed in my ears but this time I didn’t hesitate because I knew, I knew, I would kill the git before anyone could stop me.

I fired once, watched the red hole freshly punched into the centre of his forehead and remained alert to the possibility he could survive that. My eyes narrowed, I took one step closer, sneering, when he slumped