Calling to mind the wisdom of old wives (or possibly old mobsters) I remembered the following cardinal rules:
Rule 1(a): Blood is thicker than water
Rule 1(b): You can’t pick your family, but you can pick your friends
Rule 1(c): Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
So what does that mean vis-à-vis the staff? I’m not entirely sure. If I knew more about algebra and loci I could probably work out something, but unfortunately I majored in pirate mathematics rather than the regular kind – I may not have successfully measured the height of the maths building, but it was my long division that split the booty after we looted the art block. Who’s laughing now, Pakrash?!
Sums aside, we return to the conundrum of crew, namely where to turn first.
I needed someone who could invest in the corporate vision; a mover and a shaker; someone who eats goalposts for breakfast. I needed a first mate, one who wasn't afraid to use that cat o’nine tails should the rank and file step out of line.
In short, I needed to bring the missus on board.
First mate:
Deb "Dark Heart" O'Stone
Likes: eatin' raw children
Dislikes: mercy
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