Two-three times a year in the low season the management of Berjaya Hills Resort organizes big gatherings for the staff. These are ordinary corporate culture games with dull speeches, parties, awards, contests and similar useless stuff, but big bosses think that all these arise the corporate spirit in working migrants.
One of these events is Sport Games and one part of the Games is a Big Run. There are two sets of participants: common folk from mid-rank executives and below, and Heads of Departments who do not mix with the latter. For the HODs participation in the Run is compulsory with the threat to be fired or left without bonuses.
The distance is about 3 km which is not really much but considering the hills and heat it requires the certain level of fitness from participants.
Before the competition all HODs have to sign the Run entry form what cleans off any responsibility for any accidents from the organizer.
Usually the Run happens in March-April, so was in the year of 2014. That time there worked a Filipino man as a supervisor in the restaurants and F&B outlets. Named Danillo he was in his early sixties. Quite tall for a Filipino and a bit overweight he looked good on his position, but his athleticism and health condition were under a doubt – he smoked a lot.
The Run-2014 started, HODs did well showing their submission and happiness to be involved. Danillo came to the final line utterly exhausted. His face was dark red and the poor guy could not restore his breathing. The Resort doctor, a nice tiny local lady Sh., helped him to cool down and by the end all was fine – Danillo and other HODs went back to their duties.
Two days later around noon when the regular operation meeting was going smoothly and HODs went to the smoking break before the last round of meeting. Danillo lit a cigarette on the balcony at the meeting room. Suddenly he fell on the floor hitting his head on the balcony fence. Blue face, roar, and a few seconds later he was dead.
The CEO was in panic. She ordered to call a Resort doctor to give a professional help though it was clear the old guy was dead, nothing could help him any more. The doctor came and confirmed death from the heart attack. Then it was decided do not acknowledge lethal end at the Resort to not spoil its fengshui and the ambulance was called from the nearest hospital in Bentong (a town in 35 kilometres).
The ambulance was informed that someone fell from the balcony and got injured, reasonably the doctors arrived with crutches, stretchers and other stuff for trauma first aid, but found a dead body. The Resort CEO insisted to not register the death at the spot and sent the ambulance down to the hospital to make up the death during transportation.
The Resort doctor knew that Danillo had a swollen heart and bad cholesterol level. That run triggered the fatal process: a cholesterol lump torn from the arterial wall by the strong blood flow after the strenuous exercise started its way to the heart and reached it for sure. Poor doctor Sh. was told to keep her mouth shut. Two months later she resigned giving some personal womanish reasons.
Then Danillo’s wife came to take away her husband’s body to their home country. She worked at the Berjaya’s brunch in the Philippines and knew the Malaysian management. The Berjaya Hills Resort CEO clutched on her arm murmuring worming condolences and calming nonsense and didn’t let anybody from the resort employees approach the widowed woman.
The ugly incident was over. Officially aged overweight Danillo died from the sudden heart attack.
Next year the meek HODs, all as one, were at the big Humble Run again.