Gorgeous Vivek arriving at Disco Fries Office to fire him for inefficiency
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Date: November 20th, 2024 4:41 AM Author: ...,..,...
Disco Fries, the corpulent, ever-brooding fatso, had a reputation for drowning briefs in grease-stained metaphors and billing hours like a slot machine stuck on “win.” His real name was David Frye, but his colleagues nicknamed him after the caloric monstrosity he consumed daily at the firm’s diner: fries drenched in gravy and cheese.
One fateful Monday, Vivek, the razor-sharp Gorgeous Director of Efficiency, summoned Disco Fries to his minimalist corner office.
“David, sit,” Vivek said, gesturing to a chair that creaked ominously under Frye’s weight.
“Look, Vivek,” Frye began, his tone heavy with existential angst, “if you’re about to discuss my hours, you must understand the metaphysical weight of legal thought—”
“David,” Vivek interrupted, “your last memo took 40 billable hours, and all it said was, ‘Maybe don’t merge.’”
“Strategic ambiguity,” Frye retorted. “Clients love nuance!”
“Nuance doesn’t justify your $2,000 lunch receipts or the seven drafts of a non-compete that somehow referenced French existentialism,” Vivek countered.
“But Vivek, life is absurd, and contracts should reflect that,” Frye protested.
“David, you’re not Camus. You’re canned,” Vivek said, rising. “Clean out your office by lunch—or sooner, if you plan to order disco fries again. HR doesn’t cover cardiac arrests.”
Disco Fries waddled out, muttering something about Sisyphus and ketchup. The firm was lighter by one brooding attorney—and 6,000 weekly calories.
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