In the gleaming tower that loomed over the city skyline, the office of the company’s CEO was a monument to opulence. Polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers, and glass walls offered a panoramic view of the bustling streets below. At the center of it all sat an elderly woman, her hair perfectly coiffed, her makeup impeccably applied. But despite her age, she carried herself with a flair that belied her years. She was determined to appear youthful, trendy, even rebellious. She wore designer clothes that accentuated her figure, chunky jewelry, and a pair of bright red lipstick that she applied with a flourish every morning. Little did she know she projected herself as a rotten crumbled rag to others around her!
Today, she was in a particularly mischievous mood. She had summoned an employee, a young man new to the company, who looked visibly anxious as he stepped into her office. His face was pale, and he kept fidgeting with his hands, clutching a small stack of papers - his leave request form.
“Ah, come in, come in,” she greeted him, voice high-pitched and playful. “Don’t be shy. I like to keep things lively around here. Sit down. Or do you prefer to stand? I can see you’re nervous. Relax. It’s just me, the young and fabulous CEO!”
He managed a weak smile, trying to hide his discomfort. “Thank you, ma’am. I just wanted to discuss my leave request.”
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk, her bright eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your leave request, hmm? Let me see.” She snatched the papers from his hands and pretended to read them carefully. “You want time off because… your children are sick?” she repeated, voice dripping with exaggerated concern. “Oh, how adorable! Little ones falling ill. That’s so touching. You are such a brave parent, you are.”
He shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, it’s urgent. I need to be with them. Their health is not good.”
“Oh, how touching,” she said again, mockingly. “You must be a very caring parent. Or maybe just a very caring employee. Or perhaps you’re trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Kids get sick all the time. It’s part of life, you know?”
The young man looked down, cheeks flushed. “It’s not just a cold. It’s serious. I need to be there.”
She chuckled softly, a tinkling sound that seemed almost fake. “Serious, you say? Or are you just looking for a little break? A vacation from the office hustle? Come on now. Do you really think I believe that your children are the only sick ones in the city?”
He hesitated, then spoke quietly. “It’s true. They need me. I can’t just leave them alone.”
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, the smile never leaving her face. “You, you, you. Always so dramatic. I like that. But let me ask you - what about your responsibilities here? Do your children’s sickness excuse your absence from work? Do they?”
He swallowed hard. “I’ve been working very hard. I just… I need this time.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” she said, voice playful but sharp. “But tell me, do your children know you’re risking your job for them? Or do you think your boss is just a big softie who’ll let you go free?”
He looked away, embarrassment flooding him. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I want to do the right thing.”
She leaned forward again, her eyes narrowing. “The right thing? Hmm. Let me tell you something. There is no ‘right thing’ in this company. There is only what gets you ahead, what keeps you employed, what makes you look good. And right now, you’re looking quite bad. Are you sure you’re not trying to dodge something else?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off before he could speak. “Or maybe you’re just a terrible planner. You should have thought about this beforehand. Kids get sick all the time. Life is unpredictable. That’s what makes it interesting, right?”
He felt a surge of frustration, but kept his voice steady. “Please, I’m asking sincerely. I need to be with them. It’s important.”
She clapped her hands softly, mockingly. “Oh, how sweet. Very noble of you. But tell me, do you think that kind of attitude will get you anywhere in life? Do you think I started this empire by caring about sick children? No, no, I built it by being tough, by making sure everyone did their job, come rain or shine.”
He looked down, feeling smaller by the moment. “I understand. But I can’t just abandon them.”
She stood up suddenly, stretching her arms and puffing out her chest as if she were a young girl playing dress-up. “Abandon? Oh, my dear boy, you’re making it sound like you’re off to war. It’s just a few days. Maybe a week. Kids get better. Life goes on. Or do you want to be the hero who loses his job because he couldn’t prioritize right?”
He hesitated, then managed to speak. “I have no choice. My wife is at work. I have to be there for them.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, then looked at him with mock surprise. “Your wife is working? Well, that’s just perfect. So you’re the main caregiver now? How modern of you. Maybe you should write a book about balancing work and children. Or better yet, start a blog. ‘The Struggles of the Modern Father’ - I’d read that.”
He clenched his jaw but said nothing. She was relentless, acting as though she was young and rebellious. It was a nauseating sight, this all bony creature shouting!
“Listen,” she continued, voice lowering slightly, “I’ve seen many employees come and go. Some cry, some plead. But only the strong survive. And the weak? They get shown the door. You want to be one of the strong ones? Then stop whining about your sick kids and get back to work. Of course I value virtue above all else, for it is the foundation of true greatness, and I would never stoop to anything less."
What a heroic speech, this deceitful lady stoops lower than a thief!
He looked at her, a mixture of frustration and helplessness. “I’m not trying to avoid work. I just… I need a little understanding.”
“Oh, understanding,” she mocked. “You want understanding? Well, let me tell you something about understanding. It’s something you earn, not something you demand. I’ve been around a long time, and let me tell you, compassion is earned through hard work, not through excuses.”
He took a deep breath, finally gathering his courage. “I am committed to my work. But right now, my children need me. That’s why I came here. I’m asking for a little compassion. Just a few days.”
She leaned forward again, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Compassion? Ha! You want compassion? Well, here’s my compassion - get back to work or find another job. Life doesn’t stop because your children are sick. It keeps moving. And so should you.”
He stood, voice trembling. “I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. I just hoped... "
She interrupted, raising a hand. “Hoped? No, no. Hope is for fairy tales. This is reality. And in reality, you do what you’re told. Now, I suggest you go back and tell your wife she should have planned better. Or maybe she should work fewer hours. Or maybe you should find a different line of work or wife!One where you don’t have to choose between your children and your paycheck.”
In reality this lady was paying him peanuts. Poorest pay! She was exploiting him. But her attitude was like she was paying him a huge sum! Cunning deceitful lady!
Suddenly, her son, the manager, walked in and overheard the conversation. Smirking, he added, "Looks like someone’s trying to escape work again, huh?" Together, they shared a sneer, mocking the employee’s desperation.He quickly understood the situation and was able to join all dots. Mother-son duo combo was plotting for his exit for a long time! This is just a drama to expel him forever! And before doing it, insult to the maximum possible. It was all crystal clear.
He began to lose patience hearing all these insults coming out of the dirty mouth of this filthy lady and her equally bad son. He looked at her determined. “I will find a way.”
She smiled, a bright and mocking grin. “That’s what they all say. But remember this - if you ever want to keep this job, you’ll stop coming here with silly excuses and start showing some backbone. Now, get out of my office.”
He nodded silently and turned to leave. As he reached the door, she called after him, still smiling with that youthful, rebellious attitude she tried so hard to emulate! Nauseating creature!
“Good luck. You’re going to need it. And remember - family first. Or not. Whatever suits your fancy.”
He tried to speak, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. But he was determined to make her and her cantankerous son listen to his words. “No excuses. Just remember, karma has a funny way of catching up with people. You might think you’re clever now, but trust me, the universe has a way of balancing the scales. One day, you’ll suffer just like I am suffering now.”
He closed the door behind him, his heart heavy but his mind resolute. He knew he couldn’t let her mockery break him. He had a family to care for, and no matter what she said or did, he would find a way to be there for his children. Because at the end of the day, that was what mattered most.
Time passed, and the old lady’s health waned. Her children, whom she thought will look after her showed their true colors, promptly abandoning her, seeking their own lives and pleasures. Her manager son became a philanderer who began to spiral down in life drinking and was thrown out into the streets by the family. Her once powerful empire crumbled as she faced the consequences of her cruelty and vanity. She suffered in her final months, isolated and broken, realizing too late that her arrogance had set her on a path of destruction. All those in the company who played directly and indirectly to expel the employee mocking him also met with more or less similar fate.
Karma, she learned, was relentless. The very pain she had inflicted on others had returned tenfold. As she took her last breath, she was consumed by regret and despair, her soul descending into the depths of hell, where Satan himself awaited her, a fitting end to a life of vanity and cruelty. The universe’s justice had finally caught up, teaching her a bitter lesson she would carry into eternity: no one escapes karma forever.
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