*cuts you off with touch of impatience (you've got your orders)* Keep the ones you're in love with, I'll pay the overtime. Give the rest to Joy for reassignment.
*stops and turns to you once they're outside, lowering his voice* I want those pretty little heirs on a silver platter, Erestor. Their granddaddy's fortune is ours if we play the hand right. *pulls out his warbling mobile and grants you a pointed look in leaving* Count the damned cards.