Three days passed by like they were nothing.
Apparently, barking orders was far more difficult than anyone on TV or in those so-called "leadership" TikToks had ever portrayed. On screen, people shouted, others listened. In real life? Not a chance. They didn't want to listen to me at all. It was like Clad said—though I hated to admit it—if I showed even a *drop* of weakness, they would pounce. And pounce they did. Mercilessly.
Clad, being the esteemed leader of Team 1 *and* CEO, had conveniently made himself too busy for daily practice sessions. Which i was thankful for because i was beginning to run out of places to hide away from him in. And the heartbreaking news? He did not seem to care much, not that it bothered me in the slightest...okay, it bothered me a lot.
Anyway, him beimg busy, naturally, left me to "take the reins".
Translation: get trampled underfoot by a bunch of rebellious motorcycle racers who looked like they were auditioning for a band called "Attitude."
