AUMA MUST SIN

 In a dark room, the CEO of Hellfire Incorporated, Mr Satan, sits at the head of the table surrounded by a team of strategists. He is clad in a pitch black suit, a black shirt and a red tie that accentuates his horns.  

“I just got my horns trimmed,” he whispers to the man seated next to him, his best mate and Hellfire’s second in command, spawn B.

“That’s a really nice horn cut, where did you get it? I also need a trim,” Spawn B loudly replies. 

Mr Satan giggles. The rest of the table rolls their eyes. Spawn B is such an ass kisser. 

Rumour has it that he once went on a tirade against anyone who dared to claim that the Earth is not the centre of the universe. This was to show solidarity to the big boss who had mentioned this ‘fact’ in one of his speeches. 

The strange thing is that B loves astronomy and is always reading big books on the subject. However, being a people pleaser (devil pleaser?) works well for him, it’s no wonder he has achieved such a high rank in such a short time.

The lady currently presenting, Spawn P, looks at them expectantly. She is waiting for their feedback. All eyes are on the CEO and his right hand man. A few knowing looks are exchanged. It's pretty evident that they weren't paying attention .

 B shifts in his chair uncomfortably. The judgemental looks from everyone in the room unnerve him. He may act all confident and self-assured, but deep down he is terribly afraid of being disliked. 

A sigh of relief escapes his lips as his bestie Mr Satan clears his throat and begins to talk. Any attention that was on B immediately shifts towards the big boss.

"Are you going to continue with your boring speech or are you going to just stand there staring?" he rudely spits to Spawn P, the lady currently doing a presentation.

 She slumps and mutters an apology. 

“I was asking for your permission to proceed to the next file. It’s about a young lady, sh…sh…shee is called Auma,” Spawn P stammers.

 For a few seconds, an awkward silence fills the room as P works on regaining her composure.

 A few people smile at her reassuringly, while other steal pitiful glances at her. Poor thing. The boss just castigated her in front of all these people. She must be so embarrassed.

“We have a big problem, Auma has been too good of late. If she continues in this trajectory, we will have to delete her from the list of sinners."

Someone gasps. Another chokes on the drink they were sipping. P smiles. Her humiliation is forgotten and her confidence regained. The corporation simply cannot allow that to happen.  Auma must remain a sinner.

 The board room is in pandemonium, even Mr Satan is not spared from the ensuing panic. People speak out of turn and over each other.

“What do you mean?”

“We must do something."

“We can’t lose we’re the bad guys."

“Your right, this is real life, the bad guys always win."

“I know what we’ll do,” announces Spawn K, the quietest employee in all of Hellfire Inc.

No one hears, the panicked shouting continues. 

“I SAID I HAVE A SOLUTION,” she roars. 

The entire room is shocked into silence. Who knew she could talk leave alone scream like that? Things are really bad if even the company’s most timid employee is screaming.

 She smiles at the surprised faces. It's her time to shine. 

“According to my research, Auma is The Young Writers Club treasurer. Now I know that this isn't the usual way we operate but, why don’t we send our best temptresses to make her steal the club’s money? That will definitely secure her place in the list of sinners.”

The entire boardroom erupts into cheers. A few people slap K on the back (rather painfully). The day is saved. Auma will remain a sinner.

The plan is swiftly put in motion. The temptresses are sent to their mission. Auma tries to put up a fight but her willpower is no match against Hellfire’s best. After a short battle, she loses the good fight and sweeps the club’s account clean.

Moral of the story is, Auma must not be blamed for the missing money. She is innocent, Satan and his spawns made her do it.