THE LAST CEO

Trees are dead long before they fall.

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How do you fight what you don't know? The rivals are not an established company (everyone in the corporation knows that), there are no visible payrolls, no identifiers tattooed on the body; in the last three months almost all the CEOs (the translation of chief executive officer) of my company have died; I don't know how it happened, all the section heads were surrounded by their loyal followers, proof of that is that they all died by suicide, the business discipline ensured that the body did not survive when the head died... now that same idea is killing Energía para todos, S. A.

The Chavarría family has owned the company for six generations and we hoped it would not end (product of beneficial agreement). We had people in civilian power and had just received the first shipment of goods from a godforsaken country; now the deaths in the chain of command are massive. We can't strike back! All the enemies are intermingled with the population! No company would allow it, but they don't listen to agreements these "merchants of dark pleasure"... I think I'm wrong to speak alone — a glance around and he only saw the screens where usually the faces of their owners were, whether they were naked or rubbing elbows with someone anonymous —.

The attendants outside await my departure and decision making; inside, in a dark room, the last CEO of his company (me) is slowly losing his mind (I shouldn't think so), what can I do, there is no one else from my family, no one else is prepared to be a leader, I have no confidence for the other decisions.

The owners of Trinidad and Tobago had agreed to a cease-fire in exchange for sending all our employees on vacation there; I went, I (and we) were treated to beaches, drinks, food and pleasures of the most varied kind. I come back and find all the bosses dead, the middle managers do not understand that there are no more bosses, they are finished, I am left, a minor leader, a junior who only lived for the pleasure of traveling, I do not know anything about the decisions. How to buy, how much is enough to produce? Our leaders did not live outside the company, it was us juniors who enjoyed the money and the position, they were simply a sacrifice, and that's what they were, poison, gallows, knives, drugs and everything I can think of was used on those who thought I was a good looking guy, but that does not serve more than corporate image, I better communicate with the rest of the companies, my presence here is of no use, unless the one who remains manages the mess we have better.

Unbelievable! Six stims, three days later and I can't make a simple communication, I can't give up. Every time I try to talk to anyone the computer is made to believe I am calling another company and cuts the link, it has just locked me in the cubicle, the system warns me that for high treason I am confined until the meeting of the leaders dictates my sentence; it provides me with food and painkillers, I am its luxury prisoner, it even brought a doctor when I tore my throat demanding to be let out; the doctor studied me and ruled "crippling stress", he did not listen to my pleas. My face unhinged is only that of someone who intends to save the company, I think I even saw a tear on his face, mistaking my misery for an attitude of sacrifice.

All of them. Who? I never saw them — they are sure of a triumph that we deny — (me! remember that only you are left). Triumph that we deny- (me!, remember there is only you left), I can't sell the company, I can't leave and for sure they won't let me die, I'm a cat, a beautiful and useless animal that receives reports from the stock exchange showing the fall of our shares; investors scream on the lines, the computer kindly stores everything and plays it all through the night.

I haven't slept well and I don't know what's next, I don't know if I'm dead, there's no more food, only food.

Dead, there is no more food, only liquids, the milk I ordered on a plate, my cat condition worsens; soon I will have to select someone to replace me, I send for my second in command. For the first time the computer does not understand and through the door enters the figure of my personal secretary, I explain everything to him, he listens to me or pretends to do so, he smiles at me, I think that finally this will have a way out, but he leaves. When I finish telling him he turns his back to me and triggering some controls shuts down everything in my conference room and heads for the exit... without a dirty, whimpering CEO. "The family of Trinidad and Tobago sends word that they are now even," he said and left me here, everything silent, only the illuminated employee terminal remains.

I haven't eaten for a while, hunger warns me that I'm not only crazy, I'm also dying, the mafia's warning was clear, I'm the last one and I can only play with the lives of my employees, a lesson I didn't want to learn; I'm in front of the console, I have no food, there's no tomorrow... ha, ha, ha! it's all over, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh... they're aaaaall dead, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess that's the way it had to be... heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, I'm staying here as a cat, cats are lonely, I better fire the rest of the staff... that's why they left me my authority... yay, yay, yay!