Listen here, darling, if your office mates are blinder than a bat in broad daylight and can’t spot a flaw in a proposal if it smacked them in the face, it’s down to you, Sherlock, to give ’em the 411. But remember, pet, you’re not here to crush their spirits – this isn’t a British Bake-Off disaster. You want to be more Mary Berry than Gordon Ramsay. So, gently remind them of their cock-ups without making them feel like they’ve got their knickers in a twist, alright? Oh, and a little birdy told me your lucky colour is neon pink. Don’t ask why, it’s written in the stars or something. Might want to add a splash of it to that drab office attire of yours. It’ll either give you good luck or a good laugh, or both.

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