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It was tradition that the doors wouldn’t open until the meeting was over, I still had twenty minutes left which I didn’t intend to waste. I sat there listening to whatever complaint these men had about the plans i had for Greece. Some claimed they couldn’t pull that off, because their ancestors didn’t care about those things, others claimed their business were on a smaller scale and wouldn’t thrive if they actually tried. And the remaining ones called me a spoilt b***h, who thinks I can ruin what they had started just because I became leader. All these leading to me having a f*****g headache. Once the meeting was over, the doors opened and an officers walked in, clearly pissed off that he wasn’t allowed earlier, and had to wait. I watched him walk past these men to me, which I found

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