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houseofcards_rp2014-03-09 07:14 pm
falsepretences) wrote in houseofcards_rp2014-03-09 07:14 pm
[OTA] A Considered Step
He hadn't attended Julien's challenge to Ten a few weeks back, though it had seemed at the time that he'd been the only one who hadn't. Jordan had been somewhat...preoccupied at the time with the sudden disappearance of the Nine of Spades who technically served as his supervisor in the legal department.
He hadn't thought that it was like Emily Smythe-Jones to do something like that, but she'd vanished as if she'd never been there. Maybe she knew something the rest of them didn't, Jordan thought as he twirled his pen before setting it down on his desk. In any case, with her gone, the small legal staff was looking to him, even if he had the least legal training of all of them. He was, after all, the Nine. And more than that, at least with one of the paralegals who'd grown up in the Spades - he was the Novak and the Bernard. Surely he'd have a handle on things.
He did, mostly, though there had been more late nights than he liked to think about. It was possible, though, that his grandmother had been correct at dinner the week before when she'd stated that Jordan needed to take charge. It was true enough that he hadn't had time to fall into a mood recently, nor did he feel the inclination to do what he did too often recently - barricade himself off with his dark mood until he felt ready to pretend some interest in the rest of the world.
Something that was odd enough to give him pause when he finally realized it. Something that made him wonder, Jordan thought as he stepped out of the legal department and glanced towards the King of Spades office, if his grandmother was also right about what else he should be doing.
He turned on his heel, walking in the opposite direction from the royal suites. That, he reflected, would require him to be a Ten first. Probably it was worth more of his time to think about that first.
He hadn't thought that it was like Emily Smythe-Jones to do something like that, but she'd vanished as if she'd never been there. Maybe she knew something the rest of them didn't, Jordan thought as he twirled his pen before setting it down on his desk. In any case, with her gone, the small legal staff was looking to him, even if he had the least legal training of all of them. He was, after all, the Nine. And more than that, at least with one of the paralegals who'd grown up in the Spades - he was the Novak and the Bernard. Surely he'd have a handle on things.
He did, mostly, though there had been more late nights than he liked to think about. It was possible, though, that his grandmother had been correct at dinner the week before when she'd stated that Jordan needed to take charge. It was true enough that he hadn't had time to fall into a mood recently, nor did he feel the inclination to do what he did too often recently - barricade himself off with his dark mood until he felt ready to pretend some interest in the rest of the world.
Something that was odd enough to give him pause when he finally realized it. Something that made him wonder, Jordan thought as he stepped out of the legal department and glanced towards the King of Spades office, if his grandmother was also right about what else he should be doing.
He turned on his heel, walking in the opposite direction from the royal suites. That, he reflected, would require him to be a Ten first. Probably it was worth more of his time to think about that first.