Polar Shift – Chapter 1 Excerpt

Polar Shift

 

Sig Olson was pissed. It was evident in every ridged line of his body as he stalked down the wide corridor leading to his office in the North Pole, Inc. main building. When he’d strolled into work this morning, he’d been in a good frame of mind. Even seeing the front counter of the North Pole, Inc. security center empty didn’t get a rise out him. He sighed and not for the first time wondered why he allowed himself be persuaded to hire Alabaster Snow’s baby sister, Alvira, as their receptionist. Where Alabaster was thin, wirier, and a lot more OCD, Alvira was plump and free spirited. She was also loud, opinionated, a tad messy, and was often late to work. Even as pissed as he was right now, his lips twitched in a slight smile. Everyone loved Alvira. Sig’s lips tightened in anger again as he walked to the left side of the reception area, where his office door was ajar. He shoved it open without even glancing at the nameplate mounted there that read Sigbjorn Olson – Chief of Security.

God, I despise that name! He thought as he walked around his massive desk and dropped into the comfortable leather chair. His parents had given him the powerful name to go with his bear side. No kid, polar bear or not, should be saddled with a name like Sigbjorn. His name had been the bane of his existence, no one got it correct when using it even when he’d enlisted in the Navy. While he was in basic training that it had been shortened to the easier to use nickname of Sig. He’d ignored his full first name until following his SEAL commander and best friend, Chris Kringle, to Mistletoe, North Pole after leaving the service. Within days of their arrival he’d been offered the job of running both the corporation’s security and that of the town of Mistletoe. It wasn’t a complicated task to perform given that Mistletoe was small and located in the arctic. Outside of a few fights at Rudy’s Diner, there wasn’t a lot of trouble in the small town. And so few outsides made there way this far north that any problems from them were nonexistent.

Until now. Sig growled and leaned his elbows on his desk, scrubbing them down his face. Kristopher Kringle, CEO of North Pole, Inc. and his boss had just hand him an job that would definitely spell trouble. For him.