[locked to Cadogan]

[ishineon]

This was not a good time to lose a Face Card. Never mind that this Jack was neither dead or severely injured but simply finding herself unable to shoulder the responsibilities she had pledged herself to the Suit to fulfil. She didn't want to waste too much time deliberating, not while there was still more work to be done, still more Diamonds to be kept safe.

The post had to be filled.

She and Silas had their shortlists. Avery had her own recommendations. Few names came up on all three. She and Silas had discussed those over tea (Säde) and coffee (Silas) calmly. Decently. With a complete lack of shouting and a minimal amount of mutual annoyance, averaged out.

The resulting selection still requires another pot of nice calming camomile before she's ready to call him into her office. The sooner this is done, the better, and the easier for everyone involved.

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[ishineon]

"She has the most experience with the practical workings of the job out of the three of us and will be best able to answer." So, yes.

Her eyes harden a little as she goes on, "I'm expecting you to excel, Mr Thomas." Because if he didn't- if he shamed Hector's legacy--

He probably shouldn't think about the consequences.

[diemwnt]

He'd already thought about it. Every time he'd been passed over for Jack, he'd imagined all the judgement that wouldn't be passed on him for being the next male Jack after Hector.

Fuck it, now.

You won't be disappointed in my performance.

In him as a human being? Couldn't be helped.

[ishineon]

That little glint in her eye? It might be approval at his determination. More likely, though, it's some kind of disbelief. She wants a Jack that will be good at their job. It's a difficult conflict, working between both that and her opinion of him.

"Thank you, Mr Thomas. You're dismissed."

More camomile tea. Now.