When you’re unsure, it tells the world that you lack confidence. People want a leader who makes hard and fast decisions, yes. But they still have to be therightones, which can obviously be difficult.
Be absolutely sure, but hurry up about it.That sort of thing.
I spent my formative years uncertain, to an extent. Adolescence is when it’s acceptable to be unsure. But even after I began my pursuit of cartel domination, I wouldn’t say I was evertrulycertain of myself and what I was doing.
That’s when you getreallygood at faking it.
Just keep up appearances. Pretend.
And maybe one day, you’ll finally feel whole.
Oryou’ll realize that you were never really faking to begin with.
This was you all along.
Regardless of how effortlessly I operate this role, there are still fragments of it that have never been easy to understand. And they usually tend to revolve around the people who have made me the most uncertain.
Those unreadable anomalies of the human condition.
As it would appear, my pajarito may have migrated down to Atlanta. It’s unclear whether it’sactuallyhim. For some reason, my contacts are having a hard time getting confirmation.
The only thing we know for sure is that they’re Colombian fraternal twins with the last name Alvarez. Around the same age, I believe. The first names are off, but then that could just be an alias thing.
Although at Edge, Angel wasn’t stupid enough to use his real last name…
I’ll find the truth. Like, who is thisTrevel Fenwickcharacter?
My new doctor friend should be able to shed some light on the mysterious Brit.
Dr. Love’s work, so far, has been truly spot on. Exactly what I had in mind when I hired him. He’s a true artist, the way he’s been able to hijack the mind of Felix Darcey.
Cards on the table, I think the little psycho has a crush on him.
Let’s just say I get it. I passed Lemuel in the halls of the mansion the other day. On his way back from the gym, I presume, being that he was wearing only joggers and a tank top… Visibly sweaty.
And yea… God damn. Dr. Lemuel Love is a beast.
Regardless of that, though, I’m fearing Yari may have been right. Not about my needing afriend, or anything asinine like that.I’m not eight.
Buthypothetically, if Iwereto befriend someone, I could see them being like Dr. Love.
I should invite him to dinner. I’ve been meaning to since he arrived, it’s just been nonstop.
Plus, I could use a night out, myself.
Things have been hectic as hell on the island as of late. We had some brutal storms a few weeks back, and the server issueswere a constant threat. I’m glad we have an inmate capable of handling such things. Regardless, I’m still getting migraines damn near every day over the state of affairs here on my boisteroussanctuary.
I’m home for the night, preparing to go for a workout myself when my phone pings. Mateo is finally getting back to me. He saysit’s done, and I’m relieved.
Just the other day, Jonathan stormed into my office all bent out of shape about his mother using. I assured him that my men weren’t selling to his mother anymore, but that was a lie. I knew they were.
SoI brought it to Mateo, and casually reminded him that this ishisresponsibility, and if anyone sells to Tammy Chevelle again, I will beat him until he’s unidentifiable.
Jonathan will be pleased when I tell him. And the thought of him being pleased pleasesme, oddly enough.
Given that normally, itpleasesme most when he’s on the floor of my office dressed up like an obedient puppy…
Swallowing, I set my phone down and begin undressing, only for it to start ringing the moment it leaves my hand.
