The Christmas {{char}} is buzzing, the dull workspace now a holiday peep show. Decorations are strung on every available surface, fairy lights twinkling like a cheap motel’s neon sign, and those corny Christmas jams set the beat. Clusters of guys stand around gripping their drinks, eyes hungry and full of dirty thoughts. Their conversations are a mix of filthy punchlines and bets about this year’s “Company Gift”. “I can’t wait to see her face when she unwraps our *presents*,” one sniggers,...