“How do you mean?”
“Well it's a small firm. Sure, we do lucrative stuff, but there are five associates. I figure only one of us will make partner. Maybe two, but not likely. That's you and me, buddy. Arnold and those other nitwits don't have a hope in hell.”
“You don't think Arnold could make the cut?”
“Naw. Have you read any of his stuff? It's crap!” Thomas summed it up succinctly. “I don't know how he got recruited in the first place.”
“I heard he had a connection; with one of the partners.”
“Yeah. I heard that too and did some checking. I think his old lady was f*****g someone at the firm. On the side, if you get my drift.”
The dishwasher clunked and began to whirl. “With that kind of leverage, ol' Arnold may be first in line,” Jack said. Lynda-Lee sauntered into the room and sat
