Sort of, kind of, is a law firm—actually it’s called an Incorporated Legal Practice but we don’t act like traditional law firms (no fresh flowers daily arranged in a marble foyer, no $1 per sheet photocopying, no six minute units, no wood-panelled corner offices with secret air events so you can puff on a Montecristo like those cats in Mad Men, no buttons in the meeting room that instantly summons perfectly sprinkled cappuccinos delivered in a French pinny, no beds on level 75 to encourage senior associates to pepper the timesheets through the night, no army of surprisingly pretty summer clerks promised four weeks of experience but end up filing old school paper documents as free admin labour, no beige of any shade, no plumbs or silver spoons in mouths, no bill shock worse than electrified nipple clamps, no creeping scopes or scopey creeps, no lofty glass ceilings made of reinforced unconscious bias, no fence-sitting advice signed-off by Chicken Licken that always starts with “It depends…”), no verbosity except for this paragraph, no overruns, no under-delivers, no headers, no footers (but lots of gut feels)… I think you get the drill.