HOW I BUILT A COMPANY WITH GHOST WORKERS
When I opened my company, things were very slow. I had the dream, I had the plans, but nothing worked. Every day felt like I was fighting a losing battle. Bills were piling up, clients were not coming in, and I was drowning. People around me even started laughing, saying maybe I should just close it and go look for a job. I felt like a failure.
Then one day my uncle called me. He looked at me and said, *“You want to make it in business? Then you must be ready to do what others fear.”* At first, I thought he was just joking, but he was very serious. He told me about a cult that helps people like me.
I was scared, but I was also desperate. He took me there at night. The place was quiet, but the air was heavy. They told me that if I wanted my business to rise, I had to employ workers that were not human. They said human workers get tired, they need rest, they want salaries. But the dead don’t complain. The dead don’t rest. The dead can work forever.
That night I saw something I will never forget. A giant snake came out from the shadows. They said it was the supervisor, the one that controls all the ghost workers. The snake’s eyes were red, and I could feel it watching me. They told me that if I agreed, my company would grow faster than I could ever imagine.
I said yes.
From that moment, things changed. My office became full, but not with people that you can see with your eyes. It was full of spirits. I used to go to the graveyard to collect them, whispering their names and calling them to come work for me. During the day, people thought my company was just running smoothly. No one knew who was really behind the computers, the machines, the phones. My staff was not alive. They were dead.
Business started booming. Contracts came from nowhere, clients trusted me, and money started flowing like a river. I became rich in a very short time. People admired me. They wanted to be like me. They thought I was smart, hardworking, and blessed by God. No one suspected that the secret to my success was a cult, ghosts, and a giant snake controlling everything.
But every success has a price. Mine was heavy. To keep the deal, I had to sacrifice something I never thought I would lose. I had to give up my birthing tool. That means I will never have children. The cult said that was the price of wealth, and I agreed.
Today, I live in a mansion. I drive expensive cars. I wear clothes that cost more than some people’s salaries. I eat at the best places. On the outside, it looks like I am living the dream. But inside, I am broken. I am lonely. I will never hear a child call me parent. I will never see a little one who looks like me.
When people see me, they see power and money. But when I look in the mirror, I see someone who sold their future just to be successful. I see someone who walks with ghosts every day, someone who cannot sleep peacefully because the dead whisper in my ears at night.
I am rich, but I am empty. My success is heavy. Sometimes I wish I had chosen the slow, painful road of normal business. Maybe I would not have all these riches, but at least I would still have myself.
This is my truth and the price I paid.
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