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{{a|risk|}}No. It’s still too soon. But no better a reminder of the [[really important client]] paradox. The one that [[The CEO wants this to happen|the CEO really wants to happen]]? | {{a|risk|}}No. It’s still too soon. But no better a reminder of the [[really important client]] paradox. The one that [[The CEO wants this to happen|the CEO really wants to happen]]? It is time for one of our little dramatic vignettes, readers. | ||
''Three years pass. Suddenly, | {{Quote|''Three years pass. Suddenly, a large explosion offstage. Alarum within. Enter [[Hank|HANK]], [[Chip|CHIP]], [[Chuck|CHUCK]], with Attendants, encountering a bleeding [[Chief Risk Officer]], lying near the billowing wreckage of a prime brokerage business.''<br> | ||
HANK: “Oh, brave Chief Risk Officer! You shall not have died in vain!” <br> | |||
CHIP ''(kneeing over the stricken officer)'': “Sir! He’s not dead!” <br> | |||
HANK: “Oh, brave, brave risk manager! Mortally wounded by this calumny of no-one’s doing —” <br> | |||
CHIEF RISK OFFICER: ''(sitting up, weakly)'': “As a matter of fact, I’m feeling a bit better now. I ... think —” <br> | |||
''HANK nods discreetly to CHUCK, who whips out a dagger and slides it between CHIEF RISK OFFICER’s ribs. CHIEF RISK OFFICER groans and falls back, lifeless.''<br> | |||
HANK: “Oh, brave Chief Risk Officer who, when it seemed he was about to recover, suddenly felt the icy hand of death upon him: you shall not have died in vain. You died for our sins.” | |||
CHIP: “I say, steady on old man: let’s not get carried away with the religious allegories shall we?” | |||
{{sa}} | {{sa}} | ||
*[[But it’s a really important client]] | *[[But it’s a really important client]] |
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No. It’s still too soon. But no better a reminder of the really important client paradox. The one that the CEO really wants to happen? It is time for one of our little dramatic vignettes, readers.
{{Quote|Three years pass. Suddenly, a large explosion offstage. Alarum within. Enter HANK, CHIP, CHUCK, with Attendants, encountering a bleeding Chief Risk Officer, lying near the billowing wreckage of a prime brokerage business.
HANK: “Oh, brave Chief Risk Officer! You shall not have died in vain!”
CHIP (kneeing over the stricken officer): “Sir! He’s not dead!”
HANK: “Oh, brave, brave risk manager! Mortally wounded by this calumny of no-one’s doing —”
CHIEF RISK OFFICER: (sitting up, weakly): “As a matter of fact, I’m feeling a bit better now. I ... think —”
HANK nods discreetly to CHUCK, who whips out a dagger and slides it between CHIEF RISK OFFICER’s ribs. CHIEF RISK OFFICER groans and falls back, lifeless.
HANK: “Oh, brave Chief Risk Officer who, when it seemed he was about to recover, suddenly felt the icy hand of death upon him: you shall not have died in vain. You died for our sins.” CHIP: “I say, steady on old man: let’s not get carried away with the religious allegories shall we?”