I used to believe that hiring A-players was the answer.
Not just an answer — the answer.
If you surround yourself with brilliant, responsible, high-ownership people, the business will take care of itself. Problems get solved. Clients stay happy. Growth happens almost automatically.
At least, that’s the story we’re all told. And for a long time, I believed it because it seemed to work.
Until the day it didn’t.
I still remember sitting at my desk, staring at a Slack message I didn’t know how to reply to.
It was polite. Thoughtful. Almost apologetic.
He explained that the decision hadn’t been easy. That he’d lost sleep over it. That he appreciated the trust, the freedom, the responsibility I’d given him.
And then the line every founder dreads:
“This is my official two-week notice.”
This wasn’t just a good employee. This was the employee.
The kind of person people call an A-player without exaggeration. Technically sharp. Calm under pressure. Always available when something was on fire.
The one you could explain an idea to on a napkin — and get back three structured implementation options by the end of the day.
We’d leaned on him more times than I care to admit.
New tech stack no one knew? He figured it out.
A project stuck and clients getting nervous? He stepped in.
A deadline slipping with no obvious solution? Somehow, he found one.
As I read that message, a wave of thoughts hit me all at once.
How many projects does he touch?
What exactly does he own that no one else understands?
Who talks to which clients directly?
Where is all that knowledge actually stored?
And the most uncomfortable one:
What happens to my business in two weeks?
I felt betrayed at first. Then ashamed for feeling that way.
Because the truth was obvious: he wasn’t leaving me. He was living his life. Circumstances change. People move. Priorities shift.
That’s not disloyalty.
That’s reality.
What scared me wasn’t his decision.
What scared me was how exposed I suddenly felt.
We survived, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing this.
But something in me hardened that week — not in a cynical way, but in a sober one.
I realized that my real mistake wasn’t trusting people.
It was building a business that only worked as long as specific people stayed exactly where they were.
I had confused talent with resilience.
Yes, A-players accelerate you. They save you in emergencies. They lift the ceiling of what’s possible.
But when your entire delivery, quality, and client confidence quietly depend on a handful of people, you don’t have a strong team.
You have hidden fragility. And the more talented those people are, the more invisible that fragility becomes — until it’s too late.
If losing one employee can derail projects, shake clients, or keep you awake at night, the problem isn’t retention.
It’s architecture.
That dependency is a risk concentration, no different from relying on one big client or one traffic source. It feels fine right up until it doesn’t.
And I get why founders avoid addressing it. It feels personal. Like a lack of trust. Like saying, “I don’t believe you’ll be here.”
So instead, we stay busy. We keep shipping. We keep firefighting.
And we postpone the decision that actually matters.
Years later, looking back, the pattern is obvious.
I was overloaded. Buried in delivery. Constantly reacting.
There was no space to step back and see the business as a system — only as a collection of heroic efforts holding things together.
Ironically, I was surrounded by smart, motivated people who wanted to grow, teach, and build something lasting.
What we lacked wasn’t talent. It was a structure that allowed knowledge to outlive individuals.
Today, when founders tell me, “I’m fine — I’ve got great A-players,” I don’t argue.
I just tell them this story.
Because I’ve learned something the hard way:
A business built on people alone is temporary.
A business built on systems can survive people — even great ones.
This isn’t about distrust.
It’s about designing for reality.
So let me ask you a question I wish someone had asked me earlier:
If your strongest employee resigned tomorrow, what would actually break?
Not emotionally. Operationally.



