“Sheesh, Suzette’s been strutting around with a chip on her shoulder today!”
“You’re telling me! Acting like a big fish in a small pond lately.”
“It’s ever since she got promoted to senior associate. Thinks she’s all that and a bag of chips.”
“Yeah well, if you ask me, something about that promotion seems fishy.”
“Hey if you know something I don’t know, chip in, mate!”
“You didn’t hear it from me, but McLellan, the partner who put her up for promotion, he’s crooked as a barrel of fish hooks.”
“Are you telling me she had some sort of special bargaining chip?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re fishing in troubled waters now.”
“Gosh you’re a chip off the old block. Cagy as hell when you’ve got some juicy gossip, just like your old man!”
“Fine, but you’ve got to keep this quiet. Rumour has it Suzette’s husband drinks like a fish and she’s been feeling dissatisfied lately if you know what I mean.”
“Oh go on. Everyone knows that he’s had his chips and that marriage is as good as over. What’s that got to do with her promotion?”
“Well there’s other fish in the sea, and I’ve heard whispers that she found herself one here in the firm, one who’s a little more influential if you catch my drift.”
“Lordy I sure hope she’s not bet all her chips on old McLellan!”
“Why not? It seems to have net her that promotion she wanted. It’d be like shooting fish in a barrel seducing him—he’s always got his eye on the shortest skirts in the office.”
“Yeah but when the chips are down he’s only going to look out for number one. I heard that this quarter’s numbers aren’t looking the way they should and they’re going to have to lay off at least one of the associates.”
“Surely they’ve got bigger fish to fry than Suzette!”
“Who knows who it’ll be? All I know is Rothman likes to cash in his chips and if anyone else’s salary is going to cut into his fat bonus, he’ll show them the door.”
“And he needs more money like a fish needs a bicycle.”
“You’re not wrong. But if they’re letting someone go, it certainly won’t be one of us clerks—we’re cheap as chips.”
“Good grief, she’s got herself into a fine kettle of fish, hasn’t she?”
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