“Actually, I don't think you're a bad elf. I think you're a damn cute elf. I'm also not mad at you. I was kind of terrified of coming here. I somehow managed to screw up my last life, and I thought that coming here was going to be a whole load of me making a mess of things. But now? Crikey, it's not Like I could do much fucking worse.”

“That is a point that I didn't really consider. I like your attitude,

Santa." She gave him another playful nudge and then Lifted herself up to kiss his cheek again. "Now let's go check out your office and we'll start putting things right around here."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded.

They walked through a number of the enormous factory rooms, along metal walkways and up and down many flights of stairs. All of them were now largely abandoned, as his voice had rang out through the entire place to every overworked elf he'd been addressing.

“Oh come on, really?" he said in near-total disgust when she led him up a final flight of stairs toward a perfectly scenic log cabin set beneath a fake but damn-impressive open sky that glittered above.

Wendall turned around to see a great open chasm before it with thousands of conveyor belts. It was one of the biggest factory chambers he'd seen. His predecessor had apparently lapped it up in Luxury whilst overlooking what must have been a truly intense volume of abject misery from his workers.

It was only then that a terrible thought crossed his mind.

“Callie, where are the kids and the old elves?”

She looked back over her shoulder at him with a reassuring smile as they ascended to the cabin. "There aren't any, Wendall. There never were. We don't really work that way, because we're mostly magical creatures. We don't grow old. We just are. You won't get any older now, either."

“Oh, well that's a relief. Did not want to see children or old folks getting worked half to death around here. Although, immortality huh?"

“Yes, I'm afraid you'll see everyone you ever cared for pass away. It can be difficult."

“The only person I loved was my ex-wife, and I'm pretty sure my reaction to her dying will be less mourning and more along the lines of dancing on her grave."

They reached the cabin with an amused Laugh from Callie before the door flew open and another elf burst out into the snowy shelf in front of the Large drop into the factory.

"You gave him a blowjob!?" The distressed elf screeched at Callie.

“That's cheating!"

The newcomer had a distinctly different look to the others. She was wearing a green bikini, with golden strings wrapped across her hips and over her shoulders. Waves of beautiful golden hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and she Looked staggeringly gorgeous even with her face set in a snarl.

"I was trying to get him to come here!" Callie argued rather unconvincingly.

“You were trying to get his cum in your belly, you mean! You know what we agreed! No seducing the new boss until we've all had a chance to meet him." It was only then that the new arrival seemed to finally notice Wendall, and she froze for a few moments when she realised who he was.

Shortly after that, a beautiful smile set on her cherry red lips, and she offered a graceful bow that reminded him of something a ballerina might do. Looking up at him with gleaming blue eyes, she finally introduced herself.