I Aspire to Be Unfettered as Helen Tudor Fisk

Helen Tudor Fisk robodresses in one of three identical wide-fitting brown suits to perform for her underperforming miniscule (Let's not say "boutique) brother-sister legal firm in Melbourne. With her father's renown as a supreme court judge, she talked her way without reference into the position where now she intermittently joins book clubs where she trawls for middle-aged would-be heirs to secure their haul sans fisticuffs. She otherwise monitors a pair of klepto clients who thieve every object not nailed down to swish them into open handbags. I want to be this paragon of plainness who gets by with mistake after mistake and finds new ways to fend off nagging by inferiors in charge. I once reserved my idolatry to the deserving Gertrude Stein, but in a fit of pragmatism to survive in the current era have updated my proclivity to parallel this fictitious nonpareil.