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• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 31-37

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“M,” R’   out of my speaker phone. “Ben

Girardi needs to see you in his aw-ce.”

“Did he say what it was relating to?” I asked, silently praying it

wasn’t a new deal. I didn’t want to be smoked out of my hole a mere

twenty-four hours aer the airline merger closed.

“No, but it bett-ah be about givin’ you a raise for all the haw-d

work you’ve been puttin’ in lately.”

Sadir let out a laugh from the other side of the partition. “Not

likely,” he scoed.

It used to bother me that Sadir was privy to nearly everything

that happened in my life on a daily basis. He could hear one side of

every personal conversation, knew that I sometimes snored in my

sleep, and could rattle o my schedule better than I could. But aer

he witnessed my attempt to discretely shave my legs at my desk one

morning, I came to grips with the fact that there were never going

to be any secrets between us.

“Have you heard anything about a deal Ben would be stang?” If

anyone would be in the know, it would be Sadir.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you’ve been picked for the

associates committee.”

e newest thing in Biglaw propaganda was to have an “asso-

ciates committee” that supposedly dealt with associate satisfaction

issues. In reality, the committee would meet with the partners once

a month and suck up to them by telling them they were all doing a

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