SableProspect work was supposed to be grunt shit.Patch tires, clean tools, organize garage stock, haul your weight and keep your mouth shut.So when the three of us got told to organize a fundraiser before the end of the year—on top of everything else—it felt like a setup.Except Nixx and Smitty jumped at it like dogs fighting over a bone.“A pool tournament,” Smitty declared. “New Year’s Eve. We’ll turn the bar into a full-on bracket showdown. Booze, bets, music. Boom. Profit.”“And tits,” Nixx added. “Because nothing makes people open their wallets like cleavage and cue balls.”I didn’t argue. Didn’t even flinch.Let them have their brofest.Because while they were busy dreaming up testosterone-fueled chaos, I already had my own shit rolling.Something better. Smarter. Bigger.See, the instruction was to “organize a fundraiser.” Period. Not what it had to raise funds for. And while they’re throwing together a party that’ll line the club’s coffers, I’m thinking longer game. Bigger
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