"We don't always subject everyone to the Chiveses." There wouldn't be many Spades left if that were the case. Most wilted under the tall blond army's exacting standards, and didn't perceive them to be strict but fair in their demands.

"If Jordan doesn't come through, I have a job open for you in about two weeks. We need a new intern down in accounts. Even if you decide that isn't what you want for the long-term, we'll send you on some courses so you'll have some transferable skills to go where you want to be." It was indeed possible that for every ten Chiveses there was one nice Spade - if you knew where to look. Though, granted, you probably wouldn't find the bulk of them in a Clubs-owned restaurant.