Dress
Rosanna pressed her fingers to her temples and sighed bitterly as she stared at her screen. Being Aitchison Maitland's youngest ever female partner sounded good - and looked good on a CV. But in practice? Still so dull. Thirty pages into the contract and it still made no more sense than when she'd started. The document barely seemed to be through its introductory disclaimers and boilerplate assertions of dread consequences for breaching its Byzantine terms. Sure the figures involved were mind-boggling (£110 million for three seasons!), but that novelty wore off pretty fast. "That sounds so exciting Ros!" her friends would trill, as she casually dropped that she was working on the contractual details of a massive new Netflix deal for a client. "Sorry, no details though!" she would continue teasingly. "Strict confidentiality agreements on this one..." Because however exciting the clients, how expensive the contract, and how generous the annual bonu...