#Legal Operations

[gustavorochacom]

Controladoria Jurídica e Legal Operations: Pilares da Gestão Moderna em Escritórios e Departamentos Jurídicos

No cenário jurídico atual, marcado por uma crescente complexidade e competitividade, a eficiência operacional tornou-se um diferencial crucial para o sucesso de escritórios de advocacia e departamentos jurídicos corporativos. Nesse contexto, dois conceitos emergem como fundamentais para a modernização e otimização das práticas jurídicas: a Controladoria Jurídica e o Legal Operations (Legal Ops).…

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Young Hero Sent On A Quest meets other young heroes also sent on various quests—only to discover they're all being used as free child labor by the same flaky wizard as a scam to collect magical artifacts.

the Young Heroes' collective new "Quest" is now to Unionize.....

[randombusinessoflawthoughts]

"The goal might not be to be the biggest. The goal might be to achieve your goals."

[courfee]

little poster for the fic Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule :) 10 things i hate about you, but make it jegulus

[trashpidgeon48]

I think art is important because it makes me do a little squeal while I'm watching an acting choice on a poor quality bootleg.

[necromosss]

Im sorry i just had to put this here because i love this so much and my local dollmaker did an amazing job cus LOOK AT HIM

TINY!! I love him so much omg im just so happy

[omniblades-and-stars]

Bonus points, tell me about your self insert OC.

[nanotomik]

insert just got married sign here

[heich0e]

obsessed w the idea of shouto (early 20s, zero idea of what a healthy relationship looks like) falling in love for the first time and going to his big brother touya for advice because he's been getting weirdly jealous/possessive lately, and their conversation basically being like

shouto: so is that normal?

touya, late 20s and with an even worse understanding of healthy relationships: don't be stupid of course that's fucking normal

(it isn't)

[gustavorochacom]

Legal Operations versus Controladoria: Entendendo as Diferenças

No dinâmico mundo do direito corporativo, a eficiência e a estratégia são palavras de ordem. Com a crescente complexidade das operações jurídicas e a necessidade de alinhamento com os objetivos de negócios das empresas, surgem dois pilares fundamentais: Legal Operations (Operações Jurídicas) e Controladoria Jurídica. Embora ambos desempenhem papéis cruciais na otimização dos serviços jurídicos,…

[dreamdripdistance]

i love you tsukasa woods, elle tenma if you will

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday

Remember the Blackwater au (Damas takes a very unwilling sick day, Jak ends up taking temporary control of the city, no one has fun)?

This is from a little later in the story that I keep forgetting to post parts of. Featuring my perennial "give Ashelin more complexity as morally ambiguous/sheltered than the games did"

Jak ignored the talk-box the rest of the night. He went home, he patched up the new scars he was probably going to have from the Marauder ambush. He did some gun maintenance. He had no intention of going back out that night.

"Jak."

Jak threw a shirt over the talk-box.

"Go away, Ashelin. I'm not leaving the Wastes and that's final."

"Jak, listen. I didn't want to have to do this, but you've left me no choice."

Jak froze midway through winding bandages around his ribs. "What are you talking about?"

"I told you what would happen, Jak, but you just wouldn't listen. If this is the only way I can make you see their true colors, then so be it."

She'd been bluffing. He thought she'd been bluffing!

Jak swallowed hard.

"He won't believe you."

He wished he felt as confident as he sounded.

"Don't count on it. Damas isn't a forgiving man. It doesn't have to be this way, Jak. You can still leave."

"Rot with your dead gods!" Jak snarled, cutting off the transmission before he'd even finished the curse.

This was bad. This was very very bad. Jak didn't know how convincing of a liar Ashelin was. But after having just come off of a tedious punishment mission for open defiance, Jak was less than confident in his own credibility.

He jumped when the knock came.

Daxter squeaked and accidentally tugged a bandage too tight.

"Agh!"

"Sorry!"

The voice outside the door was one of the city watchmen.

Law enforcement.

"Hey, Jak! You in there?"

"Yep," Jak wheezed, "Door's open."

I didn't do anything wrong. If I show fear, they'll think I'm guilty.

The door slid open to allow Jin, a broad-shouldered man a good several inches taller than Jak, to duck inside. He cast dark eyes around the sparse room before falling on Jak.

"Oooh." Jin sucked in a breath through his teeth. "That looks ugly. What happened?"

Daxter didn't even think to choose his words carefully.

"Some idiot from Haven decided to go sightseeing at the oasis and brought a whole platoon of Marauders down on us."

At the mention of Haven, Jin's face went blank.

He glanced out the door at his companion.

"Haven? What were they doing on our soil?"

He didn't sound as surprised as he should have. News must have traveled fast.

"Practicing for the Audacity Olympics." Daxter glared as he taped off the last bandage.

"Gods, I hate that woman."

Jak knew clarification wouldn't clear his name, but he figured he might as well.

"One of the people who dumped me out there to die in the first place. Showed up pretending to be all remorseful."

"...uh-huh."

Jin took a slow breath.

"Look. Jak. I...man, I hate this as much as you're about to hate it. But I gotta take you in to answer some questions."

"What kind of questions?" Jak fished around for his shirt and painfully shrugged it back on over his bandages.

Jin offered him a hand up, uncharacteristically serious.

"It's...not good, kid. I'm rooting for this all to be a misunderstanding, but- well. King has to do his due diligence whether or not it's true."

Jak swallowed hard and let the guard pull him to his feet. "I understand. I'll um. I'll do my best to clear things up."

It was midnight when he was brought to the tower. In the darkness, lit only by braziers, the throne room lost its peaceful, welcoming air. It felt more like a trap now: a web, with its primary occupant standing gravely at its center.

Damas’s face was completely blank. Not a single emotion lingered behind his eyes as he held up a miniature radio transmitter before Jak.

Wordlessly, he pushed a button on the side, and a recording played.

"Damas. It's Ashelin Praxis. Out of fairness, I feel obligated to warn you that your city is no longer as hidden as you thought. It's not your fault you brought a spy into your fold. Jak has fulfilled his purpose there. Send him back to me, unharmed and without hostilities. and I can guarantee that we will not retaliate."

The recording clicked off, and Damas examined Jak's horrified face.

"Would you care to weigh in on that, Jak?"

This was much worse than Jak had feared.

"It's a lie!" Jak whispered when his voice failed him. "She’s ly- she's lying!"

"About which part?" asked Damas.

"All of it!" Daxter spat. "She's a soulless jorogumo and she's retaliating against us for telling her to buzz off!"

Jak jostled his shoulder to warn Daxter not to say so much. But it was too late.

Damas’s voice was a flat, dead, thing.

"Then you have been in contact with Haven."

"No!" Jak fought to control his breathing. "I haven't, I swear! She- Ashelin called me four hours ago. Right- Right after we got back from the nest. I don't know how she found my frequency!"

A deep pain welled up behind Damas’s eyes, behind the mask of indifference. He folded his hands behind his back and stepped closer to Jak.

"I need you to understand, boy: this a very serious accusation. And no matter my personal feelings, I am obligated to investigate."

"But it's not true!"

Damas closed his eyes and turned his face away.

"I'm sorry, Jak."

He took a slow breath.

"Faro, Jin, take Daxter down to Coryn for separate questioning. Leave Jak here."

"Wait!" Jak made a futile grab for Daxter, who screeched as he was lifted off of Jak's shoulder.

"Let go of me! Let go, ya big bully!"

Daxter fought and swore all the way to the elevator.

Jak felt like a piece of him had been taken.

Without Daxter, how was he supposed to manage the fear?

"Jak," said Damas gravely, "You are many things, but a liar is not one of them. So. I am going to ask you four questions. And I will only ask them once."

Trembling inside, Jak clenched his fists.

"Okay."

"Have you, or have you not, been in contact with the leaders of Haven City?"

"No! I haven't!"

You have to believe me! Please, please believe me!

"Did you, at any point, consider doing so?"

"Never!" Jak answered firmly.

"Have you ever described or alluded to your city in the presence of outsiders?"

"I swear I didn't, Damas."

The king looked as disturbed as before as he asked his final question.

"Then can you tell me why I would have received a message like this?"

"...Yes.”

Damas walked back to his throne with a heavy tread.

He sat and closed his eyes.

"I'm listening, Jak."

"I- it-" Jak struggled for the words. He wasn't sure he'd have been able to string them together smoothly even in sign.

"She showed up at the oasis. Called my comm and told me to meet her there."

"And you went because-?"

Jak tensed. "Because I was afraid that if I didn't, she'd fly that hellcat over the island until she found Spargus."

Damas didn't open his eyes, but his brows were low and tight.

"Why did you not report this to me, Jak?"

That was a hard question to answer. It meant addressing the emuphant in the room.

But if he wanted to get out of this trap Praxis had laid for him, he had to go through with it.

"I...thought..."

"Speak up, Jak," Damas said sharply.

Nerves fluttered in Jak’s belly, fighting to escape.

"I...thought I needed to keep my head down. Not bother you for a couple days. Because of the...the Arena…thing."

The king sighed in exasperation. He propped his forehead on his hand and gestured vaguely to Jak with his other arm.

"If you had told me, young Praxis would have had no foothold to bring an accusation against you."

He opened his eyes at last.

"Now: tell me why she has done this."

Jak’s ribs twinged as he folded his arms protectively over them. Had Damas noticed that he wasn't wearing armor, or even his channeling ring? Did he see the raw scrape up the side of Jak's face?

Did he care?

"She wanted me to go back to Haven and fight for her. I think- there's this council guy, a count -- whatever that is -- who got me exiled. They're rivals. She didn't say it but-"

"She wants me to take out her enemies for her," he spat, "She wants the "Dark Warrior" her father couldn't break me into. I said no."

The shame of it, the indignity roiled in his stomach, burned against old scars.

The mention of Praxis Senior left Damas rigid, spine straight.

"...the scars," he breathed after a terrible silence. "Jak. Jak, look at me. Did Praxis give you those scars? When you were younger?"

Even an allusion to the Dark Warrior Program left Jak lightheaded. The lights of the brazier danced and swam in front of his eyes, and the water wheel descended into muffled ringing. As if from underground, he heard himself answer, "Yes."

He dug his nails into his biceps until the pain grounded him, brought him back to the moment.

To the interrogation.

"Haven's been decimated. Ash- Praxis is desperate, I knew that. I just-" Jak tilted his head back, stubbornly focused on hanging plants until his eyes didn't water so much.

"...I see." Damas pressed his lips together until they turned white. An almost absent-minded gesture gave Jak permission to continue.

"I just didn't think she'd go that far. She told me she would tell everyone I was a spy if I didn't cooperate. I thought- I thought she was bluffing, Damas."

"She was not."

(Cont'd tomorrow)

[rh0mbus0fruin]

if Robert Cyger listened/watched this movie he would get so mad he'd punch holes into the wall

[quaranmine]

really tired of having to make decisions and act as a point of guidance on subjects i am intentionally being kept in the dark about!!!

[raymondshieldsofficial]

Badd and Kate flipping a coin to try and determine who has to call Ray in Europe and tell him what happened in DL-6 but the coin lands on its side and and they take it as fate confirming that this is Not Their Fucking Problem

[chais-corner]

THIS IS FOR A MINECRAFT AU

cain beating himself up over the fact he didn't work for his position in any facet of his career (even from the start, when he was a child picked up by the schola progenium) meanwhile yarrick fought and worked for his position (even from the start, as an orphan fighting to survive as his homeworld was invaded by orks)

yarrick beating himself up over the fact that he should have been like cain. he should have been better. cain was a much better commissar than he was—his title proves it. cain was the hero of the imperium, yarrick was simply the hero of a single planet.

of course, it's not like their titles mean anything anymore, since they're... somewhere else. certainly nowhere in the imperium! (continued in the tags)