Twas The Night Before Christmas -- Non-Compete Style

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the company; A disgruntled employee kept saying "please jump with me". She was trying to line up a grand, mass departure; Of which she was certain no one could outsmart her.

Her files had been copied, her clients all contacted; She'd consulted a lawyer 'bout things she had contracted. He said that her covenants were quite overbroad; Of this she was certain, they'd all be deemed flawed.

She proceeded to upload the secrets she'd learned; On to flash drives, and emails and discs she had burned. With not one regret, she reamed out her boss; Quite sure she'd not erred, it would soon be his loss.

With eyes all upon her, out the door she receded; Two colleagues joined with her, at least that's what she tweeted. The office was stunned, and management surprised; No one had foreseen that they'd soon be downsized.