Your Companies Life

By Bruno F McCogan

This book answer one question. Who are the real enemies of the economy? In this story Bruno will demonstrate what the head of an exclusive private club told his partners when he was asked who were their and the world's biggest enemies. The answer was nothing like they were expecting; they found out that the word and their biggest enemies were in fact the same, and they were indeed the ones who controlled and funded the world.

Bruno will share this story with you of which the advantage is that it describes a thing that affects everyone every day, thus one can meet the world biggest enemies day after day.

And before one would search for conspiracies, Bruno want to clarify that this is a nice little escape literature, since the enemies of the world are not scary but funny little men. The novel is about corporate world and answers plenty questions about companies and the background of decisions for both business owners and employees. Funny and instructive stories will unfold and revive the past; numerous secrets will come to light, undisguised. Although names, places and other data were changed, don't be surprised if some places or situations appear familiar to you. You might have been in the same situation with the same people before. This story is about how decision makers make decisions, what plays a role in whether a company hires or lets you go, what the salary increase, the bonus or the promotion is based on, how investments are made and what your colleague is doing right now in the other room. And the one who sees between the lines of this light story will indeed find the enemy of the world, who is not evil but stupid, not terrifying but pitiful, enemies who are united and fighting against you every day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wizardpublish
• Release date: Nov 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223586951

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Prologue

This book answer one question. Who are the real enemies of the economy? In this story Bruno will demonstrate what the head of an exclusive private club told his partners when he was asked who were their and the world’s biggest enemies. The answer was nothing like they were expecting; they found out that the word and their biggest enemies were in fact the same, and they were indeed the ones who controlled and funded the world.

Bruno will share this story with you of which the advantage is that it describes a thing that affects everyone every day, thus one can meet the world biggest enemies day after day.

And before one would search for conspiracies, Bruno want to clarify that this is a nice little escape literature, since the enemies of the world are not scary but funny little men. The novel is about corporate world and answers plenty questions about companies and the background of decisions for both business owners and employees. Funny and instructive stories will unfold and revive the past; numerous secrets will come to light, undisguised. Although names, places and other data were changed, don’t be surprised if some places or situations appear familiar to you. You might have been in the same situation with the same people before. This story is about how decision makers make decisions, what plays a role in whether a company hires or lets you go, what the salary increase, the bonus or the promotion is based on, how investments are made and what your colleague is doing right now in the other room. And the one who sees between the lines of this light story will indeed find the enemy of the world, who is not evil but stupid, not terrifying but pitiful, enemies who are united and fighting against you every day.

Part zero

P ower is the ability to do good things for others. – Brooke Astor

The invisible chapter

Mr. Monumental

Atall handsome man sat behind the wheel of a Bentley and drove directly to the club. Several sports and luxury cars were parked in front of it. Unlike usual, a few school buses were in the parking lot too. It was a beautiful summer day and everything seemed peaceful. When the man got out of the car, a gentle breeze blew from the sea to soothe the power of the scorching summer sun.

The club was founded back in the 90s and was one of the world’s most elite clubs. It was founded by Mr. Monumental, who just arrived, and was one of the world’s most influential people; he had real power in his hands. He created the club so that he and his business partners, as well as selected acquaintances, could enjoy the freedom of the beach comfortably, free from all external observers and harassment, which on the other hand was easy to achieve for any ordinary man without exertion.

It was built along an eighteen mile private sea shore containing the world’s most beautiful white sand. The area had eight apartments, a huge main building and several bungalows built in different style along with several golf courses, horse riding tracks, equipped beaches, leisure pools and a lot of smaller sports fields, since the area was almost thirteen square miles big. Furthermore spending quality free time was more for Mr. Monumental than just gentleman fad; it was the philosophy of life. With his own words: The essence of life begins with free time and ends with the start of work.

The man headed straight to the seashore where a huge crowd of five hundred people gathered already. This number of people was considered huge here, especially all of them being together at once. The party was at its peak; they hosted a college beach volleyball championship; this idea was one of Mr. Monumental's recent creations. He always supported colleges, researches of teachers and the career of students with huge amounts of money. Of course, he wanted to please the masculine with women's beach volleyball which was giving a kind of pleasure to the circle that only those could understand who spent all their lives with meetings, business conferences and answering stock market and legal questions and enjoyed going to the sunny seaside, wandering in the sand without a thing to worry about, sipping an ice cold cocktail while watching beautiful sweaty figures as they fight tensed against each other for the win and fall into the sand so that the grains of sand would sparkle on their sun-kissed, well-trained, young bodies. Besides volleyball there were tennis games that served the same purpose.

As usual, famous DJs provided the music – actually there were only three DJs that were allowed inside the club according to their musical work and reliability. The atmosphere was liberated and hot, like the summer sun above. Some people were swimming and surfing in the ocean; everybody enjoyed the opportunities offered by the beach.

‘Ah, Mr. Monumental, welcome, sir! Your look is still quite official.’ Mr. Monumental was greeted by a thin and remarkably high woman with short blonde hair. She was around fifty, wearing the jersey of the woman’s volleyball team and greeted his boss with a cocktail in her hand.

‘Thank you, Cecile. I’m looking for the boys, are they around here?’ The man accepted the cocktail that the host, Cecile was handing to him.

‘No, sir, I think they are inside as usual, drinking whiskey. They got into a fight and are now trying to convince each other about who was right,’ the woman said and left his boss.

Cecile was one of the first founders and employees of the club. It was extremely hard to get hired there; the work was fun for everyone except security, even lawn mowing was something that everyone enjoyed doing. In fact, there were two rules for employees: first, everyone should do his work honestly and with good will, and second, they should be loyal to the club, the guests and the colleagues. Twice a year, three days were dedicated to the employees exclusively, since Mr. Monumental respected them just as much as he respected his clients and friends.

As soon he entered the main building he headed to the back room where in a dark corner he found the two gentlemen he was looking for. They were sitting silently in a comfortable brown leather couch with a glassy glaze due to the amount of whiskey they have already consumed.

‘Ah, my dear friends. Greetings to you, shitheads, on this beautiful summer day!’ He greeted the company, poured himself a drink and took his usual place. ‘The beach, sunshine, beautiful youngsters, volleyball, ice cold cocktails, women playing with balls; WHAT ELSE is there to wish for?’ He raised his voice in the end, but since he didn’t get any reaction, he kept on speaking as he would talk to himself.

‘College students are playing volleyball in the hot sand, beautiful girls and boys are at the beach, you can cool off your bodies in ice baths if feeling too hot, moreover you don’t have to search to find a young gym teacher or trainer with whom you could make acquaintance to get private lessons.’ He kept on with his harsh monologue but his friends didn’t make a single move and were staring in front of themselves.

The two men were still sitting in silence without answers. Mr. Monumental has had enough, so he stood up and poured himself another drink and a glass of ice cold water. He started to walk back to his place, but before sitting down, he stopped behind one of his friends in front of whom the other man was sitting, and wanted to pour the soda on him.

‘Stop! Time out!’ the man said who was sitting across. ‘Mr. Monumental, it’s not a good time, we bet 100,000 dollars with Mr. Giga that whoever speaks first loses.’ Mr. Monumental stood there for a minute then sat down and started to laugh.

‘You know what, I’m in too,’ he said, and before the others could nod, he continued immediately. ‘I lost, you won. Congratulations. Now you can explain it to me why it is better to sit inside in a dark room than outside at the beach on this lovely day?’

‘We wanted to find out, who was the world’s biggest enemy and this jackass didn’t believe me that I knew,’ one of them answered.

‘That’s not true. I have right, because I knew exactly who it is,’ snapped back the other.

‘What a nice game you found yourselves, gentlemen. I never thought that there could be anything more fun than women’s beach volleyball,’ Mr. Monumental said and smiled. ‘Very sensible. And much more entertaining than women casting themselves into sand,’ he added teasingly.

He knew the two men, Mr. Giga and Mr. Mega, for quite a long time. One of them was a financial shark; he owned several banks and financial institutions while being a consultant too. The other was an industrial and development mogul and major investor. They were quite adroit with a huge network but there was always a kind of childish bickering going on with each other. They were always together when they could, except when being with women. Well, sometimes then too. The second wife of Mr. Giga was the sister of Mr. Mega and the wife of Mr. Mega was the eldest daughter of Mr. Giga. They unconsciously served each other's interests; they didn't see everything the same way, so they complemented each other well.

‘So tell me, who is the world’s biggest enemy indeed? Or, sorry, I’ll reword my question: who have been mentioned so far as the enemies of the world?’ Mr. Monumental asked curiously.

‘I’ll tell you who I think it is,’ one of them said. ‘Corrupt police officers and politicians, North Korea and the Russians living in America.’

‘Aaah, I see. And what do you think?’ Mr. Monumental asked with interest from the other man.

‘Chinese, banks and the church,’ the other man answered.

‘That is what I call a sagacious fight. I would have said the wombats and the small red kangaroos are the enemy, but the answers you gave are a lot to think about. Without the banks, there is no investment, since they give us money. Just think about it; the bank measures what to give money for. If they think an idea is worth it, they loan you money, if not, because you would need it for a stupid idea that wouldn’t be able to pay back, it declines. Of course, you are, my dear friend, down on the bank of your partner, since he didn’t give you a loan for your latest chicken plant idea. But remember that I declined your idea too, just like the bank didn’t make a deal with you, because it was an idea based on speculations and the meat shortage caused by swine-plague then wasn’t enough for us to start a business like that. Plus, just to have one more thing for you to worry about... And that means I’m also on your list, right? And Chinese people? Who would manufacture if not them? You just have them on your list, because they raise their prices too sometimes and you want everything to be free. And why would the church be the enemy? I don’t understand. The different believers are in war with each other since centuries. But that does not make the church evil, in my opinion. You know, there are a lot of churches and even more religions where you’ll find your faith. You attacking the church must be based on some conspiracy theory or the fact that the Vatican stepped back from the vender last year. Isn’t that so? Or do you want to attack all the churches and start your very own?!’ Mr. Monumental laughed and took a sip of his drink. Mr. Monumental has managed to deal with the many enemies so far without laughing.

‘And corrupt police? As I heard, without them, your secretary’s son would have gotten at least twenty years for that small mistake when he was caught with forty-four pounds of cocaine, not to mention that on top, he assaulted two officers because he was high. And you managed to smooth the case.’ He turned to Mr. Giga with a face that told all. ‘Politicians? Your problem is that the senator blew your great idea, because you didn’t tell him that you needed an environmental permit to run your factory and you never had it indeed and thought, that this idiot would give permission without the permit in hand, so you started the plant and, according to the rules of the state, as a working factory you got the five years license for 18,000 dollars without the fee of 65,000 dollars and the licensing procedure for starting a factory. Oh, and you easily avoid the test operation measurements. Why are you treating everyone as idiots? Because you want a piece of everything, moron. And yes, I know that North Korea is a big enemy of yours because they didn’t want to buy from you, although you outwitted everything to be able to deliver and they turned the deal down in the end and became your enemies now. Just like Russians. What is about them? Because they became the suppliers in North Korea? Or because you make them do all the filthy jobs, but are pissed because you can’t make the boss, Jevgenij jump around like his predecessor did. Just be a bit nice to him!’ Mr. Monumental said condescendingly and kept on.

‘We are done here; we finished the world’s biggest enemies. We managed to do this in house with your small-minded ideas, but now it’s my turn to tell you who are the world’s and your biggest enemies.’ Mr. Monumental stopped talking for a minute, took a sip and turned the crystal glass absently in his hands. Since his friends didn’t say a word and were paying attention to him, he kept on talking.

‘Who are they? First of all, it’s plural. But how many are of them? No one knows. I will tell you a story about not only the world’s but your biggest and real enemies, whom you are funding by the way. They are invisible and you can find them everywhere. They make damage but numbers are on their side. They are loyal while scamming you. They are honest while stealing everything from you. They are smart, but only you think that, because in fact they are the world’s biggest illusionists.’

Part One

T he one lying in dirt does not like sunshine.

Émile Zola

Chapter One

The world of Boss Foremost

Ralph entered the manager’s office. It wasn’t unusual; on his way home he used to go in to say hello to Boss if he saw the manager’s car in the parking lot. As Ralph opened the door, a surprising view welcomed him: Julia sat on the table with her legs wide open and Boss was standing in front of her. Don’t be scared, nothing extreme happened, they were just talking quietly and making out. Ralph was embarrassed, so he quicky said hello and would have left of the office when Boss addressed him casually and shamelessly, as always.

‘Will the weekly orders be alright?’ he asked. It was clear, that he wasn’t embarrassed at all.

‘Yes. But we have to produce on the weekend too,’ Ralph mumbled.

‘Alright. Have a nice weekend then,’ Boss said.

‘You too, Mr. Boss,’ Ralph answered. He felt quite stupid; moreover he couldn’t take his eyes off of the bulge under Boss’s belt. How huge is that?!

While walking to his car, Ralph thought about Julia’s words: That damned stupid piece of garbage. I hate him, haaaate him!. She spent her way to the company and back home every day with these thoughts in her head.

Ralph knew this from the office girls who traveled with Julia every day and heard how she scolded Boss. And now this scene?... Ralph didn’t know what to think; especially that Julia’s farewell party was two hours ago, since she was leaving the company that day. What was going on?! Another mystery.

But let’s head back to where the story begins. There was a huge German company with a California based subsidiary, where they made tractor wheels. Okay, that was not true, they made hand sanitizers, but that’s not the point; nobody cares what they made. Let it rather be pistachio; they made a worldwide known, unique, high-quality pistachio creme besides other pistachio-based sweets.

Yes, that’s it! I love pistachio anyway. The company was called VANGISO with a motto ‘Everything with pistachio’. The parent company started as a wealthy German family business with a long history of more than a hundred years, and its special sweets were made from pistachios using the basic recipes of marzipan, hazelnut cream and chocolate.

Here in California, they made pistachio mixture in the first place which was used for making sweets with chocolate and fruit jelly on place and in Germany at the parent company. It was located in the north side of California where they processed raw pistachio for the German parent in Baden. Besides that they also produced pistachio cream of different flavors and quality for other, primarily industrial manufacturers.

But that's enough about the company, since not even the employees in the German headquarter or the owners had that much information. Why? Because no one cared about it. There were much more interesting things at this company than the processing of that stupid pistachio. And who was Ralph? He was the factory's production manager, of which no one cared about either. But let’s forget about Ralph, since there are several other workers like Otto, Kathi, Agnes or Gilbert and the list can go on; workers, who are part of this splendid story. And who should we begin our story with, if not the archduke.

Boss was a real storyteller; in most cases he was the hero who explained to the cops what the rules were on the road or he told his tale about how he overtook someone with his BMW and told him off later. He was the duke of the roads and a great storyteller; a real loveable character, except he was telling lies and treated everyone around him as idiots. Ralph was always honest with him, maybe because he saw Boss as a man he could look up to, like a mentor or an elder brother who helped him navigate through the world of this business. Still, Ralph felt that during the four years they were working together, he never really found out much about Boss or his business background. Boss was a tall, forty-seven year old married man who looked older than he was; despite he had thick black