Adultery God Save The Devil by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

God Save The Devil Ch. 01

"Beware the fury of a patient man." - John Dryden

This quote beautifully conveys the jist of the story.

I was 16 when I joined my Dad's business. Like any other business, our business too had some legal loopholes. This fact was known only to a handful of people. Besides me and Dad, only three other people knew about it. The first one was our lawyer who was Dad's very close friend. Two other people who knew about it were our staff who worked with Dad since day one.

Our business went into a very lean patch and we had to take a lot of loans to keep the business afloat. The next four years were spent paying interest on loans and basic overheads. Once the lean patch was over, we entered a golden phase of life. We found it hard to execute all the orders, we entered such a phase. We earned enough to repay all our loans and were able to buy a land for our home as well.

Times changed and so did moral values of people, even the ones working for us. I wonder why people were not able to digest our rise, especially after all the tough times they had seen us face.

We started to give raise every year as our business grew. A few workers would always create problems every now and then. Every problem meant shelling out a bit of cash to keep the business rolling. We could not afford a brake in turnover at this juncture of life.

I would always resist the shelling of cash as it was becoming a habit, a bad habit, of the people involved. Dad had different ideas and I would ultimately succumb to his logics. It, however, always left me irritated and angry from within. The only solace was my gang of friends with whom I could share my heart, irritations too. Money was flowing in nicely but it was becoming harder to manage oneself cause of all these petty issues.

I was duly kept out of all the discussion that happened with the trouble makers.

This time, they made a mistake as they caught my Dad's collar while discussing a few terms. It was simply too much for me. Dad knew it well that he would not be able to stop me this time. He was forced to give me permission to do what I wanted.

I would like to tell something about a weakness of mine here. I had all the money, all the resources, all the aggression but some part of me would become nervous imagining all this happening. You could term it more like anxiety. So I would find myself in a state of anxiousness but aggressive as well at the same time. What a combination....

After a discussion with my friends, we decided to corner the guy involved in the collar catching incidence and give him a piece of what we had in mind. We duly cornered him up. It was some sight to see him shaking nervously. A few slaps and punches happened despite not wanting any kind of physical violence happening at the work place. The slaps and punches instilled a lot of fear in the whole staff, it became clear to one and all that I would not take it lying down anymore. We did not take advantage of the situation and kept on giving one and all what they deserved, maybe more.

We grew and so did out staff along with us in the coming years. It was relatively smooth for all. The only problem was - what to do with the extra cash at hand.

I had grown stronger, contact wise, over the years and always ensured that this fact was known to all my staff. The effort was not to make them fear me but to convey a message - Don't mess with me.

I was shocked when we were served notices from various departments of government for malpractices. None of the government officials disclosed the origin of complaint. It took me some time to recover from the effects of my anxiety and the notices. My friends were not of much help either as this was not their field of expertise. My dad's friend, our lawyer, was the only person whom I could rely upon now. I had the most harrowing time facing all the officials, their queries.

The dominant emotion that I experienced was that of humiliation. Dad had lost his appetite to eat, sleep and smile over these complaints. Our family was in a bad shape, overall.

The aggressor in me wanted to get hold of the guys who had filed the complaint and kill him. The only problem was that I did not know who had exactly filed the complaints. Even if I had come to know about the guy specifically, I would not have been able to do much as Dad wanted to settle this problem legally. It meant shelling out a lot of cash to all our staff and the officers involved.

I experienced another emotion for the first time, insecurity. A simple complaint had enough power to disrupt my smooth, stable life - business too. I knew it would take a lot of patience and strength to bear out this problem. Basically, there was no other way out.

Shelling out cash was not a problem, the problem was the way all this episode happened. I would have shelled out all my cash to know about the person involved in these complaints. The more I looked at my family, the more I seethed with anger.

I was not getting any clues from the staff members as to who had started this. Everyone just acted innocent and pledged his loyalty to me. However, within a week's time, I started to observe the changes (in a few of them). Their looks and attitude had changed towards me and the company, as well. The look on their face was as if I had lost. Was it a figment of my imagination or was it for real? Only time would tell.

I had to die a thousand times as I had to learn the skill of being patient. My ego always wanted to take me for a ride but I had to always humiliate myself, my ego to learn being patient. I would cry so many times as I went on exercising patience, distributing money and see the dull faces of my family members.