I stopped in front of the boutique. "Kingsley's," according to the gold lettering on the window. Actual gold, inlaid into the glass. Because of course it was.
"You hate effort, right?" I continued. "But here's the thing. The ultimate life of no effort isn't about doing nothing. It's about being so smart, so powerful, that you achieve maximum results with minimum work. It's about getting other people to do the hard work for you. The true apex of laziness isn't being a slacker. It's being the puppet master who barely has to move to make the world dance."
Juan was silent. His quick mind was processing. Testing my logic for flaws. I could see the calculations running behind his eyes.
I waited. The key to handling a genius like Juan was making him think the idea was his own. Plant the seed and let him water it himself.
"That's..." he drew the word out, "actually not terrible logic. Creating systems that function without constant input is better than constant avoidance."
