It’s Christmas. Cheer is in the air, snow is on the ground, and the great recession claims another victim. A company you’ve never heard of – and will not miss – is being forced to close its doors, to say goodbye to the memos, the clients and the deadlines.
All that’s left is to pack up the boxes and ring in the holidays with the final office gathering. But is there a chance for survival after all? Or will this party be its final act? Will they get to say goodbye, say their piece, or say nothing at all to this dysfunctional motley crew?
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