A Necromancer's Guide to Clearing a Game Like Tower

Langford leaned forward slightly, keeping his tone professional and patient. "I can arrange a proper meeting at a neutral location where you can review the full contract with legal support. No pressure. No demands. No hidden clauses. Just an opportunity to see what the UK can offer you compared to staying independent in Ireland."

James refused without hesitation. "I’m not changing countries because a stranger waited outside Hale Estate in a tinted car with a rehearsed speech."

Langford did not argue or show frustration because he had clearly expected resistance from the beginning. He reached into his jacket with slow deliberate movements and pulled out a business card before holding it toward the open window. "Then take this. Secure contact details. Encrypted communication channels. When you’re ready to discuss the offer seriously without the street theater, call that number."

James hesitated for a moment before taking the card. It felt expensive between his fingers with embossed text, heavy cardstock, and a small UK government seal printed in the corner.

"Taking the card is not acceptance," James said, his voice flat and controlled.

"I understand completely," Langford replied, his smile staying professional. "But the offer will remain open for a limited time only. We’re not the only country watching you, Mr. Ganner. Others will make their approach eventually. France has active recruitment programs. Germany is aggressive with talented Challengers. America throws money at anyone clearing major Story floors. When they come for you, you’ll want options already on the table."

James did not answer while he put the card in his pocket.

Langford smiled one last time before the tinted window started rolling up smoothly. "Think about it seriously. Not as betrayal. Not as abandonment. Just as career advancement. Contact us when you’re ready to see the full package."

The window closed completely and the car pulled away from the curb at a measured pace while James stood at Hale Estate’s gate with Langford’s card weighing heavy in his pocket.

Finn appeared near the gate about thirty seconds after the car turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

"Who was that?" Finn asked while walking up beside James with his hands in his pockets.

"English. William Langford. Offered me a UK national transfer contract."

Finn’s expression changed immediately from curious to serious because he understood the political weight of what that meant better than James did. "They came for you directly? Not through official channels or TRB intermediaries?"

"Directly. Black car. Tinted windows. Polished speech about career advancement and national backing."

"That wasn’t a guild scout trying to poach talent," Finn said, his voice carrying recognition of something James was still processing. "That was a country making a political move."

James looked at the card in his hand before putting it back in his pocket. "Is it that serious?"

"Yes," Finn said without hesitation. "National transfers are legal, but they’re politically sensitive. If England successfully recruits you, Ireland loses a Floor 10 clearer and England gains propaganda value. Marcus would call it a power play."

Finn continued after a moment. "The first approach is always polite. Professional. Reasonable. They offer you everything you could want and make it sound like common sense. But if they really want you and you keep refusing, the next approach may not come from the same direction or with the same tone."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning they’ll find another way to pressure you," Finn said, his jaw tightening. "Through family. Through money. Through legal complications. Through whatever leverage they think will work."

Finn paused before asking, "Did they mention me or my father?"

"They said your situation is complicated because of Emerald Spire and Marcus. That you’re harder to approach cleanly."

Finn’s jaw tightened further. "They’re not wrong. My father would never let me transfer to another country without a fight. It would embarrass the Hale name publicly."

James put the card fully into his pocket. "I refused."

"Good," Finn said, his voice carrying approval. "But refusing once doesn’t mean they’ll stop trying."

"I know."

James left Hale Estate with Langford’s card weighing heavy in his pocket. He did not call the number. He did not throw the card away either.

He thought about the offer while walking home through Dublin’s streets. The UK did not threaten him. They did not insult Ireland directly. They did not mention his family, his uncles, or Ganner Corp. They only offered him a bigger stage with better resources and national backing.

That was what made it dangerous.

If they had threatened him or insulted Ireland, James could have refused easily and felt good about it. But Langford made it sound reasonable. Professional. Like a career upgrade instead of betrayal.

This was not help dressed up as opportunity—it was ownership dressed up as career advancement. They wanted to move him from Ireland’s Tower registration system to England’s system before Ireland locked him down with contracts or before another country made their own move first.

He thought about what Finn said about the first approach being polite and the next one coming from a different direction. James did not know what that meant yet, but he understood Langford’s organization would not give up after one refusal if they really wanted him badly enough to approach him directly outside Hale Estate.

Inside the luxury car, Langford pulled out a secure phone and dialed a number while the vehicle drove through Dublin’s streets.

The call connected after one ring.

"Report," a voice said from the other end.

"James Ganner refused the first approach but listened until the end," Langford said, keeping his tone professional. "He took the contact card."

"Did he seem patriotic?"

"No. He refused because he doesn’t trust us, not because he’s loyal to Ireland."

There was a pause on the other end. "What about Finn Hale?"

"Still tied to Marcus Hale and Emerald Spire," Langford replied. "The father’s influence makes him harder to move. James Ganner remains the cleaner target."

"Then prepare the second approach," the voice said.

Langford waited while the car turned onto a quieter street.

"Through which channel?" Langford asked.

"One he cannot ignore," the voice replied. "Mr. Ganner only needs to understand that staying where he is has a cost."

The call ended and Langford put the phone away while the car continued driving toward the airport.