Women can be tough one minute, soft the next

Mrs Lucy Ling phoned me to ask whether I would like to have a new calendar and a dairy.

I said yes.

So she told me to pop over to her office to collect them.

Mrs Ling is the CEO of a company in Cheras, KL that provides security services. The company was started by her husband and she had taken over after he had died in a car crash.

The next morning when I turned up at her office, I found her and her male Personal Assistant in the backyard.

A squad of 40 security guards were standing at attention.

The P.A. was making a roll call.

As each guard's name was called, he shouted: "Present!"

After the roll call, Mrs Ling inspected each of the guards.

When she came to a guard with a paunch, she sniffed a few times and said: "What's this I smell? Liquor? Turning up drunk for work is against company regulations."

The guard retorted: "But I wasn't drinking during working hours."

Beckoning to her P.A., Mrs Ling said: "Give him a written warning. This is the second time he's drunk this week."

The guard uttered a four-letter word.

Mrs Ling got enranged. She caught him in a hammerlock. "Go and sleep your hangover off, and report to me in the afernoon.," she said.

"Aiyak... Aiyak.. I am sorry, Madam," gasped the guard. I won't drink again."

Mrs Ling released him.

Then the P.A. shouted "Dismiss" and all the guards dispersed.

Mrs Ling led me to her office and gave me a diary and a calendar.

A week later, I dropped by her condo to give her a box of cookies.

"Make yourself at home," she said. "Let me make you a cup of tea."

She went to the kitchen.

I was looking at a framed photograph of her in a karate pose when I heard her scream: "Eeek! Help!"

I rushed to the kitchen.

Mrs Ling was standing on a chair and pointing to the bottom of a cupboard.

She said: "A mouse! I saw a mouse under there."

I looked. It was not a mouse but a cockroach.



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