
It’s funny how many of you believe your paycheck means something. That your promotion somehow earns you respect. That your success is yours.
Let’s clear that up.
If you’re under The Smyth Fund, your earnings are not for you. They’re for me.
Your raises? My tributes.
Your bonuses? My new heels.
Your overtime? Oh, how I love the desperation behind that.
You work harder, and I demand more.
You climb the ladder, and I turn it into a staircase I make you crawl up — wallet open.
The Smyth Fund isn’t interested in your excuses, only your outputs. And the more impressive they are, the more excess I expect.
There is no finish line here. Just a beautifully endless ascent — where I rise, and you reach deeper.
Ask yourself: are you keeping up with my expectations, or are you falling behind?
And if you’re falling behind… how do you plan to fix it?
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