- Sir M, there is associate Timmy McJudgeson on the phone. It does not seem good. You need to hear it.
Sir M swore. That son of a... no, I have no complaints, the father is good to us. But what did he get into again?
At the same time his second phone line started to flash - incoming call from partner. Incoming call from another partner. Another... Another...
- What happened? - barked Sir M. at the secretary - because as much as he wanted to bark at McJudgeson, there are limits on barking...
- So what happened, son? - Sir M. could not go any sweeter.
- My l... my l... my l...!
Sir M. lost it.
- I am tired of your goddamn love stories! just go do some work for a change, you useless son of a... - he caught himself.
- MY LAW LICENSE!!! HE TOOK MY LAW LICENSE!!!
That got Sir M.'s attention.
- Son, stop drinking that early in the morning! Told you many times! Your f... well - there is no excuse!
- LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE! It is the Brut! He took my law license!
The Brut... The Brut?
- Are you talking about The Honorable AI Bruticus TM 1.0? How did your motion go?
- Remember what he said a week ago at what they called "prepared press conference" when he started: "I am fair and reasonable. No more word limits. Do your best".
- I did! I gave him a 2,000 page record and a 5213-page brief! You know what he did? He blinked. He displayed "Thought 4s".
And then he displayed:
Sir M. looked at his phone: 56 missed calls from partners.
He did not start returning calls.
Instead he switched on TV.
"...an average of 42% of the workforce was lost in law firms on the first day The Hon. AI Bruticus was presiding".
Timmy Judgeson sobbed on the loudspeaker: "my f... f... my f... called him as colleague to colleague.... he took his law license, too!"
Sir M. lost it.
"Fired!" - he roared.
And made an important phone call - to his accountant.
"Come look at our.... well, at my vaults, bro... Looks like we beat the average. Looks like it is all mine now".