Zyn in the Boardroom, Baby.

I was in a meeting last week —
one of those 12-person, circle-jerk, no-agenda, “what are we optimizing this quarter?” type calls.

Everyone had their little iced coffee.
Their Notion tabs open.
Slack buzzing in the background.
Nice little Tuesday morning, right?

Me?
I had a 6mg Zyn tucked in my upper lip like a goddamn secret weapon.
Felt like I had insider info on the room.

Because while they were trying to appear engaged,
I was on my third mental lap around the entire quarterly strategy.

You ever microdose clarity?
That’s what Zyn feels like when used with intent.

Not that “haha I’m addicted lol” bullshit.
I mean strategic nicotine.
Laser mode. Apex mode.

No, I don’t vape.
I’m not 14.
I use this like caffeine’s smarter, colder cousin.
Because in corporate America, you can’t fall asleep —
but you also can’t look like you’re trying too hard.

Zyn’s a middle finger in a matte white tin.
It’s finance-coded nicotine gum for people who prefer to bite their tongue and still win.

And no — HR doesn’t know.
They think I just have a naturally aggressive jawline and ambition disorder.

But that’s fine.
They can keep sipping LaCroix and refreshing LinkedIn.

Meanwhile, I’ll be here —
Zyn in, tabs open, inbox at zero.
Waiting to close something that actually matters.

Next Week:

Why I only take meetings standing up, how I turned one cold DM into a $38K side deal, and why the best ideas come after 7PM, not 7AM.

Until then, keep it tight.