In the middle of the night on the Tuesday between Christmas and New Year, I was lying on my bathroom floor sincerely wondering whether I was about to die. It was clear that I had food poisoning, but I was retching every 45 minutes. I was cold, then hot and shaking, with none of the usual in-between temporary relief. It had been raging for hours, without a moment of respite.
I knew it was probably nothing serious, but I was panicking and needed a distraction. With my head glued to the bathmat, I opened the YouTube app on my phone and quickly clicked on the first suggested video that appeared: the influencer Molly-Mae Hague’s interview on The Diary of a CEO.
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