David squinted, a bleary haze adding to his alchohol smeared stupor.
Baldy's finger jabbed, "Pursuant to article seventeen, involvement in gross misconduct while inebriated."
Baldy's companion flashed a headache inducing necktie as he looked up, "Although, you did far exceed your usual productivity."
Security footage flashed on Necktie's screen.
Friday night's office party: pretty girl, copy room, two bottles of vodka.
"The result of your congress has yielded progeny"
David's brain cleaved down the centre, a bright shooting pain, his what?
"You are aware, of course, in accordance with article thirty-eight, subsection six, work produced whilst in employ of the company belongs in whole to the company?"
David pressed fists into his eyes.
"Maybe he'll work out better than you."
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