The sale was supposed to end, but the chaos stayed behind.

In this chapter, I walk you into the moment the crew decided they weren’t leaving—and how that decision rewired everything. From dollar-trade side deals to coke in the washroom and orange dry-cleaned wardrobes, Wakoōma Ltd wasn’t just shifting... it was slipping.

I wasn’t above it. I wasn’t clean. I was just sober—watching, documenting, and surviving.

This episode isn’t about villains and heroes. It’s about the blurry middle ground we all walk when we want to belong but need to eat. When silence becomes a skill. And when surviving feels a hell of a lot like complicity.