One of the most important skills required by a leader was delegation. The ability to hand over important tasks to competent people so they could focus on the big picture of the operation. A first class education and thirty five years in the finance business had taught Vintenzio Di'Hanseti the importance of delegation and how to delegate well. He was proud to have noticeably increased the family's net worth by his efforts and had maintained and cultivated a staff of competent family members, clients and employees to handle most of the day to day affairs of the the Hanseti Bank that needed no micromanagement. Regardless, there were some events which he felt best overseeing personally even if someone else could handle it.





He heard news of an arrival of a heavilly built wagon under the escort of two dozen Coinguard he set down his pen, walked out of his office with a speed which often surprised those which looked no further than his girth and made his way downstairs. A tall freckled woman in a distinctive dark uniform had met with one of his clerks and had signed the appropriate paperwork as several coin guards entered the building escorting a low built wheeled cart pushed by a porter on which was a chest made out of polished steel and had a built in rotary lock. All of which made clear what it was.





After the forms were signed he made his way past the armed security without much issue. "Learned Bureaucrat, good to see you again!" Vintenzio said happily.





"Signor Hanseti, always a pleasure." Bureaucrat (Level 7) Lena Leskov said "I trust that business has been going well?"



"Reasonably so." He replied honestly enough. His biggest issue was that his vaults were not as well topped off as they could have been and a large number of bonds that he'd issued meant that he'd have to pay off a lot of people in the medium term. Fortunately this issue would soon be slightly less pressing. "And by the look of things it has just gotten better."





"Galthirith delivered their section of reparations to our embassy yesterday, some three hundred thousand Scimitars. This chest contains one quarter of that."



"Seventy Five thousand Scimitars, that's one hundred twelve thousand five hundred Lyra."







"That's about six thousand two hundred less what on our reports on exchange rates estimate this is valued at. A report's been given to your clerks." Lena said, Vintenzio did not object to the claim. A Venoan household was doing well if it made a hundred Lyra year and a hundred thousand usually represented about half a year's gross income for his bank.







"Well well. In any case this is a bit shy of a sixth of Infrastructure's outstanding debt with us. If only all borrowers were as prudent as your Committee." His actual opinions were more complex for a variety of reasons, from obtaining valuable property from foreclosures to, not that this principle could be applied to foreign states like Infrastructure. This delivery did mean that the total interest Infrastructure was incur would be significantly reduced compared to what it would have been if they'd simply paid off the loans at the same rate that had previously been going at. But in the end, while it did mean that some of the higher end figures he'd though of would likely not materialize receiving more than a hundred thousand Lyra was more than welcome, especially in times like these. "Anyway, let's get this counted and locked away."





"Of course. Liuetenant Dini I believe your men know the way."





"Of course ma'am." A powerfully built Coinguard with a fancier hat and breastplate than the rest said "Unisse and Enrico." Two more Coinguard came up, took the chest by the handles and carried it down a hallway with a young clerk following them.





"Per the Central Committee's request, consider the chest a gift. It's combination is in the paperwork"







