48 Laws Of Power Epub 소설 & 이야기

I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it. Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office. Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HEADQUARTERS Jordan's dark pair of ocean eyes were strictly focused on some documents as he worked busily being isolated in his office. His chocolate brown pigmented hair were messy but it charmed him more while his professional attire screamed extreme richness. Jordan Lawrence was no easy man after all. His every second was money making him intimidatingly the most powerful man in the world business. He was the best known tycoon in the entire continent. Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources.

He followed. They entered a wider hall lined with tall shelves and closed doors. The scent here was different. Old paper. Wood polish. Something faintly metallic beneath it. “You know,” Lorenzo said, “most people misunderstand power.” “Let me guess,” Isadora said. “You believe it is misunderstood because people fear it.” “No,” he replied. “They misunderstand it because they think it requires force.” She stopped near one of the shelves. “And you think it does not?” “I think force is inefficient,” he said. “Temporary.”

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

Interesting. The door shut behind him quietly. I sat alone again while rain continued sliding down the windows behind me. The study smelled faintly like coffee, paper, and old wood carrying moisture from the storm outside. Seven years building this operation had taught me something most people misunderstood about power. Power didn't come from intelligence. It came from predictability. The second you understood how someone behaved under pressure, you owned them. Victor tightened control when cornered. Board members protected money. Politicians protected perception.