I have always believed in the mantra, "Work Smarter, Not Harder" and look where it has gotten me: I have a stable of boys who work hard for me, so I don't have to. I shouldn't have to lift a pretty finger. I have male wallets for that, to take care of it for me, making and saving the cash just to hand it over to who it truly belongs to: ME. The words "stressed out" don't exist in my vocabulary. I stay spoiled, relaxed, powerful and blessed because I've really got this whole mantra figured out. I'm the CEO, and you're just a worker bee, striving to please their queen.