(The screen flickers. A low, aggressive beat drops. My voice is pure, undiluted contempt.)
Let’s talk about leeches.
The bottom-feeders of the ecosystem. The parasites who can’t generate their own heat, so they cling to the warmth of others. They attach themselves to something powerful, something real, and they suck until they’re fat and happy—convincing themselves they’re the source of the power.
The business world is flooded with them. Especially the world of “boss babes.”
And I have a prime example for you today. A case study in pathetic, clout-chasing behavior.
Her name is Grace Andrews.
And her entire “empire” is built on one thing and one thing only: the coattails of the Diary of a CEO and Steven Bartlett.
She is the human equivalent of a participation trophy. All claim, zero game.
The “Independent” Woman Who Can’t Stand On Her Own Two Feet
Listen to this story. It’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy.
She quits her job at Diary of a CEO. The announcement? She’s going out on her own! She’s an independent woman! A visionary! She’s so much more than just an employee!
L O L.
Cut to the launch of her “groundbreaking” new venture. Her big play for independence.
What’s the title of her first video? What’s the cornerstone of her new “authentic” brand?
“Why I Quit Diary of a CEO.”
Are you kidding me?
You quit to get away from it, but you can’t even launch your own thing without using its name in your title? You’re so independent that the only thing people know about you is the job you just left?
This isn’t independence. This is intellectual bankruptcy.
She doesn’t have an original idea in her head. The only currency she has is the reflected glory of a platform she no longer belongs to. She’s trying to sell people a car, but all she’s doing is talking about the dealership she used to work at.
The Leech Strategy: Name-Drop Until You Drop
Watch the video. I dare you. It’s a masterclass in cringe.
She will name-drop “Diary of a CEO” and “Steven” so many times you’ll get a contact high from the secondhand clout.
It’s the only card she has to play. It’s the only reason anyone is clicking. They’re not clicking for Grace Andrews. They have no idea who she is. They’re clicking because they’re curious about the brand they actually respect.
She is using Steven Bartlett’s credibility as her own. It’s theft. It’s fraud. It’s the behavior of a common grifter.
And the most telling part? Silence from the top.
Steven Bartlett hasn’t endorsed her. He hasn’t shared her “brave” new journey. He hasn’t given her his blessing. Why? Because winners don’t endorse leeches. They brush them off and keep moving.
She’s out here throwing a parade for herself, and the man she’s trying to emulate isn’t even watching from the window.
The Hard Truth She Can’t Face
Here is the cold, hard, undeniable truth that she and every other “boss babe” like her refuses to accept:
You are not Steven Bartlett.
You didn’t build what he built. You didn’t grind like he grinded. You got a job at his company. You learned a few things. And now you think you can replicate it because you took some notes.
It would be like the towel boy for Manchester United quitting to start his own football league because he “knows how it’s done.”
It’s a joke. A pathetic, sad, hilarious joke.
She can’t do this without the Diary of a CEO brand because without it, she is nothing. She has no unique value. No unique insight. No unique personality. She’s a ghost, and the only thing giving her shape is the name of the man she used to work for.
The Real “Boss Babe” Grift Exposed
This is what they do. This is the playbook.
They attach themselves to a powerful man or a powerful brand. They learn the buzzwords. They study the aesthetic. They soak up the credibility.
Then, they jump ship and try to sell that reflected light as if it’s their own sun.
They claim “independence” while their entire identity is tied to a man’s creation. They claim to be “self-made” while standing on a foundation another man poured.
They are not bosses. They are groupies. They are not babes. They are leeches.
True power doesn’t need to name-drop. True independence doesn’t need to constantly talk about the thing you left behind.
You build your own platform. You earn your own respect. You generate your own goddamn heat.
She didn’t quit Diary of a CEO to be independent. She quit because she mistakenly believed the platform’s power was her own.
Now she’s finding out the hard way that it wasn’t.
The market is ruthless. It spits out fakes and frauds. And it’s already spitting her out.
Stop celebrating clout-chasers. Stop rewarding leeches.
Demand authenticity. Demand real value. Demand people who build their own damn platforms.
Grace Andrews isn’t a boss. She’s a warning.
A warning to every other parasite thinking about jumping off a host they mistakenly think they don’t need.
You’ll sink. Not swim.
TOP SLAYLEBRITY OUT.
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My voice is pure, undiluted contempt.) Let's talk about leeches. The bottom-feeders of the ecosystem. The parasites who can't generate their own heat, so they cling to the warmth of others. They attach themselves to something powerful, something real, and they suck until they're fat and happy—convincing themselves they’re the source of the power
