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houseofcards_rp2013-11-11 11:23 pm
alwaysopportunities) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-11-11 11:23 pm
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-OTA- Changing Hands, Changing Heads
It was only a routine financial meeting. A briefing, really; Cam, several of the assorted Sixes through Nines who helped balance the suit's checkbooks, Katya, Clive, a few assorted others. Just another going over the books in preparation for the end of the year, but when the meeting itself wraps, Cam clears his throat and steps up to the table again. He's been working towards this moment for a while, and while there were rumors, he'd neither confirmed nor denied them. Until now.
"Sir, you know I admire the work you've done for us as King, and I'd like to thank you for continuing to allow me to serve what I consider to be my family, regardless of blood. You've done an excellent job of managing what was handed you, and I can see you feel responsible for the suit as a whole, but I think we both know there are other places you'd rather be, and this is not one of them. With all due respect, I challenge you for tue position of King."
The challenge was accepted, if a little unusual. Each man given ten thousand dollars in bonds, with the objective of growing that sum as quickly as possible. The first man to hit one million would hold the throne, barring a potential counter-challenge if things played out that way. And at the start, it was a surprising picture. Clive took the lead early and kept it, quickly outpacing Cam with judicious use of his people skills, chats with outside brokers, some interesting risks. But he stalled out around 850,000, and Cam quickly began making up the diatance. 600, 700, 800, until finally at 925,000 he outpaced Clive and took the lead.
There was no counter-challenge, just a private discussion between the two men, an hour spent in the King's office, words exchanged, and when that door opened again, there was a new King leading the Spades. A different King. And Clive...well, he was alive, healthy, and more likely to stay that way than he had been prior to the Challenge. More than most former Spade Kings could say.
[Feel free to be at the meeting to announce the winner of the Challenge, visiting Cam as he settles into the role, whatever. He doesn't bite, honest.]
"Sir, you know I admire the work you've done for us as King, and I'd like to thank you for continuing to allow me to serve what I consider to be my family, regardless of blood. You've done an excellent job of managing what was handed you, and I can see you feel responsible for the suit as a whole, but I think we both know there are other places you'd rather be, and this is not one of them. With all due respect, I challenge you for tue position of King."
The challenge was accepted, if a little unusual. Each man given ten thousand dollars in bonds, with the objective of growing that sum as quickly as possible. The first man to hit one million would hold the throne, barring a potential counter-challenge if things played out that way. And at the start, it was a surprising picture. Clive took the lead early and kept it, quickly outpacing Cam with judicious use of his people skills, chats with outside brokers, some interesting risks. But he stalled out around 850,000, and Cam quickly began making up the diatance. 600, 700, 800, until finally at 925,000 he outpaced Clive and took the lead.
There was no counter-challenge, just a private discussion between the two men, an hour spent in the King's office, words exchanged, and when that door opened again, there was a new King leading the Spades. A different King. And Clive...well, he was alive, healthy, and more likely to stay that way than he had been prior to the Challenge. More than most former Spade Kings could say.
[Feel free to be at the meeting to announce the winner of the Challenge, visiting Cam as he settles into the role, whatever. He doesn't bite, honest.]
Darn you. I want to call him Cameron. /ducks
Katya was neat woman. She so disliked messes.
She could work well with either man, and so spoke truth when she wished them both luck before taking her leave. In end, she was surprised it took so little time to achieve their goal. Perhaps she should ask Michael to go over basic investment strategies. Her education had veered into other direction.
She had left minion lying in wait and knew almost at once when Cam and Clive had finished their meeting. She caught up to Cam shortly after. "Well done." And then she allowed a slow smile--one many a Spade had come to regret--to form. "Michael will be happy to see nest egg grown to such proportions." They had, after all, been given funds for challenge. Windfall should thin out frown lines her Jack had been wearing of late. He had been worried they would be in red this quarter.
"Shall we walk or would you prefer discussing transition in my office?"
Each Face was different. He might wish her to make announcement or proclaim his success himself. He could leave it to official correspondence or fall back upon formal court. Missives would need to be sent to all Suits, new signature ring ordered and old one collected, official stationery changed and, most importantly, tea preferences made know to Chives. No need to bring doom upon them all by alienating kitchen staff.
In current climate, she believed it best to adhere to tradition. Ultimately, choice belonged to Cam. He had days of briefings to look forward to. Let him enjoy this first.