Yeah, I know who you are. Despite your show of pompousness and bravado, I can see what you are too. There is enough intelligence peeking out of your eyes that you may even be my equal. Why don't you find out? You can have your "security" drag me away, or buy me lunch and find out why I may be the most important woman you ever met. Get your goons off me if you dare.
Ahh, intrigued you did I?
Look, you are doing this wrong.
You may run the biggest cartel and have more power than just about anyone, but is that enough for you, when you could have been so much more? You have the money, the guns, the armies, people fear you if not pretend to love you. You have the power, but you could have been a leader, a Leader of your People.
Now, your underlings feel empowered to abuse the people, hurt them, take whatever they want from them, and they do it, often in your name. Is this your legacy?
Man, you could have been an Icon, a Savior, a man about whom songs and histories were written.
You are doing it wrong.
Look at Evo, man. He unionized his workers, legitimized his industry. He started with way the hell less than you. Tomorrow, tomorrow, you could have your people go to any satellite town nearby this Wealthy city built on the backs of those who now have nothing, you could go and have them fix the roads, and build one free clinic. You could employ a staff of doctors. You could put your name on it. You wouldn't even miss a penny.
From there, you could gladly employ people with the best wages, and twist those whom you have influence over to raise their worker's standards. People would flock to work for you, abandon your political opponents, you would be seen as a King among men, not just another in a long line of powerful abusers they have suffered. The money would flow back into your coffers as everyone started to afford your expanding services.
With those people, you could seize from your enemies those who hold back things the people need to survive, you could make the water, the utilities theirs, and run off all the foreign competition. Do that, man and nothing would get in your way, as your people move from hopeless despair into believing you have made them safe and prosperous. You would be the one that delivered them, a modern day Moses.
You could move from Power to Leadership. From Deference borne of Fear to Revered.
You are standing in a place of supreme power right now, and probably enjoying its benefits beyond belief, but in the end yours will just be another grave they spit upon. This power, while real is empty. Are you really happy, looking over your shoulder? Even while entertaining the other power brokers who drink from your champagne fountains, walk your gilded halls, lust after the beautiful people surrounding you, when you know your cartel is a temporary empire.
You have it within your reach to change the very fabric of existence for your people.
You were surprised I didn't concede your supremacy, your very worth over mine upon meeting. Right now I only see a man, man wasting his power. A man making poor choices, as so many have done before them. A Man who could be King.
Thanks for the sandwich, I assume your people will let me go in peace?
I hope we meet again, and when we do, I can and will defer to you with love in my heart. Surprise me, please, surprise yourself