Collaborative Connundry

This is a note to the chancellor seldom-see-my-toes-McGee: (it's pronounced MC-ji, what a fluff of fluff!)

Dear Mr. McGee,

It has come to the attention of this committee that you've been quite after the inner memos of the inner circle of hell. Let my less-then-pleasant secretary take diction for this letter that you're reading, hey you weren't supposed to write that!
As to further induce fear, I will ask you to understand that your life is not in danger in the traditional sense. It's in danger in the non-traditional sense. What that means, I'm not quite at liberty to discuss--the Union, you know. All I can say is that it's unpleasant and even your wife wouldn't like it.
Either way, I'd like you to stop making inquisitions. They will lead to, ahem, Bridgette! don't write that!
What was I saying? Yes, NO INQUISITIONS! We have quite our own circle of dealings and we always to prefer to use, firstly, our loyal associates, and secondly, Union workers with a blue-collar family. If this is not to your liking, or if your company is losing its precious "Titanium Ring" of business then this is not my problem.
My problem is putting THEM where THEM don't want to go. It takes more than just a filthy broker to, I said don't write that Bridgette!, upset my balance! (Bridgette tells me that you're a Chancellor, not a broker. To me you broker deals between idiots.)
Your competence is appreciated.

sincerely
Ellipses Majori
Supreme Overlord of Human Resources