Just trying to picture a collection of employees with "control of the game." What happens when you have "control of the game"?
Is it like in a movie, with a bunch of sweaty couriers in well-worn clothes and with nasty looks on their faces, in a room with no a/c (only an old fan), standing behind their "leader" as he "takes control of the game" from a guy (obviously terrified) in nicer clothes, as his 3 or 4 flunkies sit behind him, looking worried?
Or is it just a few of you standing outside before your start time, puffing on cigarettes, bragging about not taking the SFA? You make it sound so dramatic, I hope it's not like that.