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He says, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “What does that mean?” I asked him. “Maybe success is not someone's end goal, a distant dream that is years apart. Maybe it is in small fractions, like feeding Junior.” I laughed, agreeing with him. I succeeded in feeding him today, didn’t I? “Like getting the shape of a dumpling right?” “Like writing a glorious recommendation letter in a formal way.” He suggested. I punched him lightly on his shoulder. “That’s what, Hana. Success doesn’t have to be a huge thing with great results. It can be small perfect and plural. Don’t worry about life. It is there to live.”

They clapped, cheered, and congratulated each other. Yeah, that’s how a leader should respond. As usual, I dropped another motivational gem I found somewhere. “Way to go, guys. If we keep up this pace, we’ll achieve even more. Remember this: success isn’t a comfortable process. It’s hard. So, if you want success, get comfortable being uncomfortable.” They roared with enthusiasm. I got it. They wanted to be successful. But real success? That came from profit, not salary. Salary was a drug. A trap. But hey, that was their problem. They’d die eventually anyway.

Nicholas responded nervously. Matteo noticed the hesitation in Nicholas's voice and could tell something was troubling him. "Is everything okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. Nicholas took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before answering. "I just feel like I'm not being as successful as I could be. Like I'm not living up to my full potential." Matteo nodded, understanding what Nicholas was going through. "I understand how you feel. I went through the same thing when I first started out. But you have to remember that success doesn't come easy, and it takes time."

He was simply a winner in life. Nathaniel had once thought that everything would develop toward a bright future. He would have it all— wealth, status, reputation, and power. He wanted to prove to his mother that he could succeed without her support. One day, he could step into the wealthy circle, too. This was supposed to be the start of something, but he had no idea it would also be the end. ‘When did things start to go south? Where did things go astray?’ Nathaniel could not think anymore. He only knew he would never have the chance to turn things around. For him, it was game over.

"So, you are finished?" Jenny opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Isabella nodded once. "I thought so." Another silence settled over the room. Then Isabella continued. "Getting jealous of me..." She folded her hands lightly in front of her. "...will never make you successful, honey." The sentence was delivered without mockery, without raising her voice. Almost like a lesson. "Success isn't contagious. You don't catch it by standing beside someone who earned it." Isabella tilted her head slightly. "You build it."