Sure, at one point, Sandra's character gets fed up and gives her two week's notice (that's the title of the movie!!), to which Hugh responds reasonably by telling all of the local legal firms to not hire her. It's an "If I can't have you, no one else can" deal, and he manages to somehow make it grosser when he agrees to let her go as long as she finds a qualified (read: HOT, FEMALE) lawyer to replace her.
After Hugh eye-fucks and approves of her choice, he's playing strip poker with the new girl in no time, and Sandra's reaction is ... jealousy? Yep, she's not angry about Hugh continuing to use his position to get sex from employees, but because he's not playing strip poker with her. Watching him hit on the new baby-faced lawyer makes Sandra realize she wants what every chief legal council apparently wants: to screw her creepy boss.
Aside from a heartwarming scene wherein Hugh Grant suggests that Sandra take a shit in his BMW during rush hour, this movie is a pre-#metoo fever dream. It tells us that sexual harassment is to be expected -- nay, desired -- and that the immature weirdo who makes you perform unpaid emotional labor at 1 in the morning is actually your true love.