He let you think and believe that you are winning
When the IT head's eyes clashed with the Devil. He deciphered that today was his doom's day. However he still had the arrogance to scoff at him.
"CEO, it would be better if you ask your men to leave my collar." Others were astonished at him, they didn't understand what possessed him.
"Did he auction his own brain?"
"No, maybe his wife ate it."
The others gave him an intense stare as if to stop telling them his own suffering.
"Don't you know that he doesn't even go to his home where he lives with his family? He rather spends his time playing around with younger girls."
The older men gossiped. It was wrong to blame women for being loud and gossipy when men weren't any less than them, if not more.
Certainly, men didn't talk in the same manner the women did. Women are used to talking about jewellery, clothes and many other things. They liked to know everything about everyone. It gave them a sense of superiority.
While the men are silent usually. They don't talk about things that don't include politics, money and business.
However, this was only the misconception and myth promoted by the hypocrite society.
The gossiper didn't realise that their voices were getting louder as they gossiped about the unethical ways and betrayals of the IT head. At one time it was so amplified that even the Devil had to raise his eyes and witness how his employees were more into gossiping than working.
Alex slapped his forehead, 'If all of you were itching to tittle tattle, you could have at the very least left the meeting room.' Alex didn't know whether he should thank them as because of them the IT Head had stopped ranting and acting like a thug or he should punish them for disturbing the decorum of the room.
"Alex, since when has our company turned to a place where workers are paid for talking and gossiping instead of being a productive worker?"
Alex felt like his brain would blast soon. At the rate his CEO and the company employees are making him lose it.
"Why are you all standing like statues? Didn't you hear what the CEO said? Or you guys also don't understand the human languages and are needed to use force?" The other heads became the target of Alex, who vented out the pent up frustrations and anger on them.
The Devil let his assistant take care of the rest while he gave his undivided focus and attention to the man, who had tried to outsmart and threaten him.
The IT head thanked his stars when the Devil had drifted his eyes away from him.
He wanted to curl up like a cat, 'I might sh** in my pants.'
His face turned years older as he couldn't find a way to deal with his CEO.
The hazel eyed Devil stood up on his legs and moved away. His bodyguard handed him some tissues to clean his hand. He gave it back to him, "Contact Mark."
His words resonated in the empty room.
Alex sighed, 'When will the day end? I want to go back to my love, my bed.'
Just when he took one step, "Mr.Alex, please help me. I promise not to do anything that can cause company loss."
"Let go of my leg."
"No, not until you request the CEO to give me a chance."
"I am saying this for the last time, leave my leg."
"No no no no no." The IT head vigorously shook his head from left to right, a clear indication that he wasn't going to leave his hand.
Alex wondered, 'Sheesh, this old hag will only understand when I use strength on him.'
Alex kicked him. The kick was so strong and powerful that he fell a few meters away. The IT head got a direct kick on his stomach, he clenched it tightly. He coughed and the red thick liquid drizzled down from his mouth to his neck.
His facial expressions contorted. He curled up.
Alex bent down to his eye level, "Had aging turned you from a smart person to a dumb one? Did you literally think all this while underhand methods you used, weren't caught by anyone because you were smart and intelligent? If you believe that everything was going upto your plans and ideas then let me help you come out of this illusion."
He paused, "The deal with Mr.Davies was headed by you? And you really thought that you could trick their company and get millions into your personal account…. But it seems I have to disappoint you yet again. The money for which you broke your own rules and ethics was not added to your account. But instead the CEO had distributed it among those who you have been exploiting; just because you were the IT head. You have done so much sinful and immoral work that it would be evil if we give you another chance or let you go. You were just a chess piece being played according to the CEO."
He stood properly and cleared the creases on his suit.
"Take him to Mark. Use the back door. Don't let anyone see you along with him. I don't want any kind of rumors to spread." He coldly ordered the men who had held the IT Head in their hands.
He swiveled and went outside of the room.
"Mate, do we have to treat him with care?"
"... I think he is more dangerous than the virus itself. You had just held him with your hands and your IQ level decreased drastically. My friend, you better be careful of yourself than this old ugly hag. Alex Sir, didn't give us any command on how we should treat him. If there was anything like that then he would be informed. Also even if he had, it would have been hard for me to take care of him after getting to know about him and his sins."
Both men had disdainful expressions as they gazed down at the withering man.
They didn't feel any remorse or guilt for him, on the other hand they wanted nothing more than beating him into a pulp.
"Let's get done with this. I'll then ask a doctor to give me an anti virus injection when we drop him to Mark."
One of them put his one hand under his knees while his other hand went to his neck.
He carried the injured IT head in a princess style and his friend opened the door for him.
"I'll kill you."
The one who had to carry the IT head in his arms muttered to his friend.
"We will see for it later. Walk fast. I'll keep checking that no one watches us until we reach the car."
"I had suggested to support him in this way as if we had fetched him like a sack then he might have dirtied your jacket. Don't you see the blood trickling from his mouth? He would have vomited blood if his body suddenly was turned upside down. I only thought for your good yet my kindness is never appreciated." The man fake cried to his friend when he had chastised him for making him carry the old man.
He threw a long and hard glare at his chatterbox friend, "Forget about the old man. The first one to get punished should be you!! Stop blabbering and help with the elevator."
His friend sulked still he clicked on the elevator button. The elevator opened and they went inside with the IT head, who had fainted in the man's arms due to the extreme pain.
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The Devil pulled out his phone out of his pant's pocket.
He saw many missed calls from his grandma and some messages.
He didn't bother to open up those messages in lieu he dialled her number.
The call connected in one ring.