I was a soft whistleblower of sorts. I warned all of my peers that they were aboard a rotting ship and then I left.
The ship broke apart when the partners turned to self-preservation.
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My former peers - even the ones whom I hadn’t been particularly close to - burned up my phone with calls complaining about the dumpster fire.
Insiders are calling escapees.
Escapees have no remaining loyalty to protect the ship.
We are going to be absolutely buried in corroborative stories now.
It will be a flood.
There is nothing for us to do but sit back and watch the absolutely certain fall of the dominoes.
I am literally having flashbacks.
I’m going to enjoy this one far more than the first.
Friends got burned the first time.
I’m going to stock up on marshmallows and enjoy every hot second of this bonfire of the profanities.
Oh, happy day. Oh. Happy. Day.