She slowly smiled at the statement. He seemed so certain she didn’t argue the point. Was it too obvious? She didn’t always walk amongst her troops for a good leader also knew when they would be able to hold their ground. A close leash would imply mistrust in their capabilities without direct supervision. The balance and gaps between the roles was so…
…fragile.
She shifted her posture, crossing a leg over the other to lean further on her seat. Her long strands fell above her eyes, partly covering her face while the sunlight caught the surface of her round spectacles and concealed her gaze with its glare.
“Fools would be the ones who trust in those sort of allies in the first place,” Integra pointed bluntly. “Maybe there should be attempts to look for reliable subordinates who would remain loyal and uncorrupted at the fleeting temptations of new agents.” She extended her hand, motioning the city behind the window. “Certainly, there must be somebody out there who would meet those standards. Good help is a hard find and yet surprisingly easy to look in the right places.”
Lindsey’s subtle comment about the environment as a law firm like Wolfram and Hart hadn’t been lost to her. Nonetheless, the topic they had spoken was the diverse backgrounds of the forced arrivals to Los Angeles. It wasn’t so simple any longer. The principles and preferences of dozens wouldn’t always compromise one side or the other in that absurd chess match.
“After all, the circus has expanded its ring and the numbers of performers has increased,” she reminded him. “Do you sincerely believe this fact impedes your goals or theirs?”