~~The Day I almost Died~~

What I am going to describe is completely true. Do not, and I warn you do not, come to me saying “Hey, you make up good stories” because this is far from made up. I was the CEO of one of the greatest companies in the television industry, Netflix. Now you may be thinking “That man’s life is set for good!” NO just no. All you see in being the CEO is fame, riches, respect, and blah blah blah. Now let me tell you why you would never want to be the CEO. You will get back-stabbed. Highly likely. And I don’t mean it in the betrayal kind of way either. You will actually get stabbed in the back!

That’s what happened to me about 3 months ago. A man brought me some reports about the various shows shown on Netflix and suddenly he asks “Just out of curiosity will you ever quit this job if someone were to threaten you?” and I replied like a naïve fool that I was “NEVER!” I seriously couldn’t have been more foolish. I turn to get some other files from my table and I hear a quick scrapping sound, and the next thing I know pain is shooting up my back, my shirt feels wet and so do the back of my pants with some sort of fluid. I look at. Its blood. My blood.

I cried out in pain. I expected the man to be next in line for being CEO and could not wait so he just went homicidal. I was farther from the truth than Earth was from Mars.

The man said “Sorry sir, but no one in this company except the owner likes you. We all asked you to leave again and again but you would not listen.” Tell me reader, do you stab a person then say Sorry like its an accident? And how could people tell me to leave! Everyone loves me! I am great! So, I replied “LIAR!” And any way who kills you for something as small as this. As I lay there, I thought the world was going to lose one of its best people. I was sad for the world.

Then my son came. Gods had finally decided to give me some good. Thank god I decided to take my son to my office for the weekend. My 15-year-old son saw me lying there in a pool of blood and the maniac laughing above my head (or was I hallucinating? Can’t be sure, the pain was too much). He took a wooden chair from nearby and charged the maniac. Now you expect me to tell you, Oh! He beat up the goon and saved me. Well, no. He slipped in my blood and fell. The man tutted and said “Well, another death the world shall receive.” Thank God for my son’s quick reflexes as slid away from the man just as he plunged his knife again. Then the guards came in. They saw the man holding a knife, I at his feet, my son nearby and well they shot that man in the arm. But he just could not surrender and make things easier. He had to charge the guards.

Then, I blacked out. The pain was agonizing! What could I do? When I came to, I was on a stretcher being rushed to the emergency room. The next thing I knew, I blacked out again. Now don’t blame me. Its not like I have an on and off switch that I can control my blackouts. When I came to all the blood was gone, I was in blue overalls and my back hurt but its didn’t feel like it was open any longer.

I am just going to fast forward a bit. A week later, I was released from the hospital and I went back home. Now you may be thinking “You must have surely quit your job after the incident!” Ha Ha Ha. I am not crazy. But I was fired by the owner. He said something about not good Public Relations and how everyone did hate me. He didn’t know he was firing a gem! I predict that Netflix in the next few months will become pathetic and will surely close without me. Then even if they come back groveling to me, I will not return. Let them fail. Let them suffer. For now, I am a personal assistant for the CEO of Hotstar. What days have come! Down from Netflix to Hotstar. Down from CEO to personal assistant of the CEO! At least I will be safe. I hope. Unless the CEO notices my worth and feels threatened by me. Surely a possibility. Well, that’s pretty much it. Now I got to go get coffee for my boss. If I don’t, I’ll be fired. Bye.