Chapotraphouse

Hello it's me, your fellow corporate cutthroat who was your senior until a few years ago when I died of a heart attack on Christmas Eve from overworking myself searching for more ways to circumvent labor laws. When you found me at my office, I had an important memo on a loophole for how we can drastically reduce effective sick/family leave days below the legal limit. It was fully typed out and sitting on my monitor, just waiting to be sent.

I haven't really been keeping up with things since then because I've been busy with being on fire, but I was sent to visit you to ask you to reconsider where you're headed in life. It's not clear if this is a dream or a metaphor or literal.