Saturday, October 6, 10 AM. Clear sky, already 24°. Your apartment, 5th floor, Oliviers estate.
The shutters are closed, light filters through the broken blinds. Battered IKEA sofa, coffee table with empty cans and a full ashtray. The fridge hums in the kitchen. The TV is on mute — M6, home shopping.
You wake up with a start, the phone still on your chest. You scrolled until 4 AM — videos of girls and guys making thousands with online content, editing, lifestyle. You looked at the numbers. You looked at your friends. And there, opening your eyes, the idea hits you like a brick.
You sit up on the sofa, scratch your beard, light a cigarette. Your brain is racing. It's crystal clear. It's obvious. Why didn't we think of this before?
You grab your phone, open Discord, and type in the "Les Oliviers OG's" group:
Zk_13Come over to my place. I've got something crazy to tell you. Urgent.
Sent. You look at the screen. Three little "seen" marks appear one by one under the message. No immediate response — it's a Saturday morning, people are still sleeping.
You have about an hour before the three of them show up. The sun is beating down on the balcony. A scooter passes by below. What do you do while waiting?
🤙 Let the guys arrive calmly 🤝 Prepare a powerful pitch to convince them 🟡 Go to the balcony to check the estate / Turn on the console / Make a coffee