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Some friendships are just warm-ups for betrayal. When I returned to London in the early 2000s, fresh from several glorious years in Hong Kong, I was older, battle-scarred, and just about clinging to my relevance. That's when I met Simon Pennyworth. Pennyworth was the golden boy of the new generation. Slick-backed hair, pink shirts and the sort of reckless charm that simply can't be taught. Naturally, we hit it off immediately. I took the lad under my wing. Introduced him to the joys of four-hour lunches that accidentally turn into dinners. For a while, we were unstoppable. But as ever, when two egos burn bright, the room eventually catches fire. It was the Christmas party. Spirits were high and leverage even higher. I’d been wooing a charming Swiss family office. Proper old-money stuff, partial to volatility and expensive wine. I was days away from signing. I brought them along to the party. And that’s when I saw it. Pennyworth, by the punch bowl, turning on the charm for the Swiss. By midnight, the Swiss lawyer took me aside with a pitying smile. “They’ve changed their mind,” he said. “Mr. Pennyworth will be handling the account.” Now, in our world, poaching a colleague’s client is frowned upon. Doing it at the Christmas party? That’s treasonous. I found Pennyworth. He met my fury with an insufferable smirk. “It’s just business, old boy.” And that was it. The end of the friendship. He wasn’t the apprentice. He was the usurper. We’re still civil, of course. Two old war horses nodding at each other across the paddock. But I’ve never quite forgiven him. And frankly, I hope I never do. Keeps the blood pumping.

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she’s hella sweet look at that smile

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