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Honestly, my father talked a lot, it was already pretty late at night, and I wanted to go to sleep but he would not stop talking about business, stocks, and manipulating people.
"And that's why, dear, you have to learn to play around with their emotions and expectations, never let them know your true self," he smiled maliciously. "You have to always be a step head as well, no, ten steps ahead! Plan, visualize, and execute. And only speak when it is time to say check mate."
"A silent approach, huh? Okay, sounds reasonable, dad," I nodded. "I'll do my best for you and the company."
"Good girl, well said," he patted my head.
"I'll go to sleep now…" I yawned.
"Ah right, you sleep! I almost forgot, my bad, sorry," he laughed. "Go now, have a good night, dear."
"You too dad! Please don't smoke too much," I said.
"Smoking doesn't really affect me, don't worry- cough!" He coughed even though he said that. "Ugh, maybe acting cool with these things isn't the way?"
