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Date: June 22nd, 2018 11:46 AM Author: Shaky Vivacious Genital Piercing Hall
Heads bowed, the midnight boardroom smelling of sweat and fear and fineweight summer wools and custom-house colognes fresh from Paris and the faint reminiscences of woodwork and heritage oozing from the mulsannes and flying spurs gingerly exited for the beckoning intake of the private entrance to the HQ some twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours ago. "We're in a crisis, gentlemen. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I think all of us are frightened. Lives have been lost. The stability of this century-old institution is in peril." But in that moment, when all hope was lost, the massive double doors to the 98th floor Crown Room atop the pyramidal hulk of the headquarters heaving open, the announcing call, "Skadden, Triumphant" and from some imperceptible rift in the wall of Heaven far above in the rainthick sky, the faintest strains of trumpet sounds. The lawyers--law-bringers, corporate soothsayers, crisis breakers, world-builders, foundation of the nation--had arrived.
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