After conquering the nearest city, your small empire has become sturdy enough to be more or less self sufficient. The farmers grow enough food, and the merchants, though hard pressed without outside trade, have adjusted to the point that the local economy is stable. What's more, your lieutenants have made full recoveries, and are excited to hold a ritual so dark and evil, only the truly demented dare partake in it's fiendish rites. A morning meeting.
You sit at the head of the conference table. At your right is Vanessa, you're beautiful and manipulative daughter, who gives you a heart shaped card every father's day. On your left is Duncan, the brown-nosing assassin who has made attempts and failures to follow in your footsteps. As Duncan shuffles a stack of papers addressing the more mundane topics of evil rule, Vanessa moves on to more interesting business.
"As you know, Daddy, Marigold is a bit of a stand out in the minion pool. As much as I hate to say it, I recommend promoting her. I think if the minions see opportunities for advancement based on performance, it will motivate them to go above and beyond."
"Yes, well, that's all good in theory." Duncan's voice is as effeminate as ever. "But it might also lead to sabotage and infighting. I think it's best to keep the minions on a tight leash, so as not to inspire ambition amongst them."
Ultimately, it's your call. You lean back in your swivel chair and contemplate the options.
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