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I asked for a bottle of Jameson 🤤. I was sipping with steeze when the table behind me caught my attention. One brother said, “Bad company isn’t bad unless you choose to be influenced.” I smiled. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Seven years later, I hadn’t been influenced. I stood strong. I crowned myself king of the cartel, head of the boys. They respected me. I called it growth. I told myself I was able. Capable. Then I met an old friend one who left the squad years ago. We talked. Curiosity crept in. Ego flinched. He had gone far. Far ahead. Doing better. He said something that dismantled me: “The company didn’t influence you but it didn’t give you advantage either. Ambitious, relentless boys sharpened my edge.” I bowed immediately. “Bro,” I said, “can I join?” He said yes. Then I spoke my old habit without thinking: “Make me the leader. I always want to rule.”