By Mortz C. Ortigoza
A lady mayor, who lost in the last election, bawled. This after she learned from one of her
loyal department heads that twenty days before the succeeding mayor would
assume office in July 1, her man Friday, together with majority of the
department heads, went to the house of the new mayor.
Man Friday, to those who loved to skip their English
Class just to emulate their Sabado Night means an efficient and devoted aide or
employee: a right-hand man (Merriam Webster).
The loyal department chief whispered to the losing chief
executive that the guy ingratiated with the new mayor by exposing the anomalies
of the latter liked how he (the conspiring man Friday) and the exiting mayor
padded government procurement, imposed cut or S.O.P from contractors and
suppliers on the prices of their services, and their other shenanigans in
bilking the public coffer.
The exiting chief executive confronted him at her house
and told him that of all the betrayals done to her by some of the department heads, his
treachery broke her heart most.
“Tinuring kitang
pamilya ko. Lahat ng sekreto ko di ko tinago sa iyo pero ito pa ang ginawa mo
sa akin,” she told him in between sobs.
Sus, this was reality of life nowadays. Your fiduciary
lieutenant now will be your whistle blower tomorrow. This son of a gun had to
dump you for his self-preservation without looking how you boosted his
stocks then.
Even the ex-mayor other heads of offices, whose reverence
they showed then to all and sundry, had deserted her after the polls were
finally counted because she was already lame duck.