Jimmy Sold Out

 

 

Jimmy Sold Out

There was once a sales manager called Jimmy. He worked in Spain’s top commercial company selling all types of goods from light bulbs to candy bars to laptop computers. He was the best seller there was but always wanted more. Not more money for he was a multi-millionaire many times over maybe even a billionaire. He wanted more sales along with the sweet taste of success. Success was his most sacred thing. It brought money which he had and power. He was powerful being from a commercial political military family. Even in one of those areas there was power to have all three was to be both gifted and brilliant. He had all three or excelled in all three. With a father and brother who were top businessmen, a sister who was running for national leaders and his own service in the army, Jimmy was the way to the future. He wanted increases across the board. More business ventures, more political influence and increased military strength. With all his skills he was at the top of his game and could advance no further. So something different needed to be done; a pact with Satan and his minions of darkness. This would bring all the success he wanted and then some.

 

Jimmy went with Onzina to meet a strange man who didn’t say much. This quiet yet influential figure was from Vietnam. He was called Demang. He was a trim 140 pound athlete type of youngish guy who worse sports clothing and a silenced pistol visible in his waistband on a friction clip. They met at a coffee shop on a busy Tuesday afternoon. Jimmy took a pause in his business to organize the meeting. Ozina was his second in command. Both resonated success and power. Demang had even more of it. They drank coffee and got down to business pretending to discuss a sales deal; in reality it was how to get extra success. It was simple really. You need to both do what I did. Believe in what you’re doing and sell your soul to Satan. That’s it. Write it down on paper, what you want. Believe in it. Speak it out loud then burn the papers. And lastly you invoke Satan. He will rapidly give you what you want. Jimmy nodded and conversed with Onzina. Both nodded and said yes. Demang went and ordered more coffee. They went into the smoking part of the coffee shop. Demang produced a golden fountain pen and said let’s do it. He passed the two guys paper and the pen. Each wrote down their soul trade. Demang told them again what to do repeating that they needed to believe a hundred percent. They both whispered it invoked Satan and lit the papers with a petrol lighter Demang had. Then they drank their coffees and had nice big fat cigars. Jimmy had these just for this occasion. They toasted to more success and the positive illicit gains it would bring. Jimmy had sold his soul to the Devil. He also sold his best pal’s too. The forces of darkness became more powerful. One more step closer to global domination and a victory against the witch and the forces of light.

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