Wilful | The Ram Cufflinks

Theo was never one for detours. He lived by his own rules, and when something—or someone—stood in his way, he didn’t hesitate to push through. Tonight, the Ram cufflinks glinting on his cuffs were his armor as he prepared for the showdown of his career: a board meeting that would determine whether his daring vision for the company would see the light of day.

The opposition was formidable—men in gray suits with even grayer ideas. Theo stood at the head of the table, his ram cufflinks catching the sterile fluorescent light as he gestured toward the screen. His voice was firm, his pitch relentless. He wasn’t asking for approval; he was daring them to stop him.

One of the older executives leaned back, arms crossed. “And if it doesn’t work? If it fails?”

Theo’s smile was slow and confident. “Then we’ll adjust and climb again. That’s what the ram does—no matter how high the mountain.”

Silence fell over the room. For a moment, Theo thought they might push back. But then, one by one, they nodded. Victory wasn’t handed to Theo; he had seized it.

As he walked out, his cufflinks glimmered like two golden horns, a reminder that willpower could move mountains—or boardrooms.