The Flying Monkeys Bluff

I came. I saw. I called the bluff.

You may not have been in the room while things were being debated, but you were sitting upstairs eavesdropping. You still continued to do so well after ‘the debate’ ended.

Your flying monkey tried her best to defend you. I still called you out. She still refused to acknowledge the issue. In her own way, she confirmed that she knew what you were doing but chose to overlook it. Your hold over her became apparent: she was willing to protect you because of the favours you were providing to help her out.

She knows I’m right.

You know I’m right.

You’ll end up continuing your game. The retaliation will continue and get worse. Your ego knows no limits.

But I called the bluff.

I may be shattered. I may be in pieces. But I still walked away knowing that I proved my point that you were interfering with what you shouldn’t have, and your flying monkey knows. She can deny it all she wants. But she knows.