Charity molded her arms and pled on behalf f Melissa, “Apologies the world richest man. She is such a careless soul. I believe she did it out of sheer absent-mindedness .” she tilted her gaze to Melissa, who was already in tears, “What has come over you, Melissa?” do you realize the impeccable man you are serving is none other than the world richest man?”
At the time onlookers had raised a brow and stared through bated breath wondering what next would be my action.
Melissa went down on her knees and molded her arms and pled for forgiveness with her reddened face squeezing up to shed tears.
“You dope ass waitress!” Charity cursed through clenched teeth and rolled her eyes at Melissa who was already all tears. “IF you are emotionally down trodden, why don’t you stay at home and nurse yourself rather than show up your ugly face and disturb us with your frustrated life!” Charity bit out.
At the time Zion was staring at me in the eyes, “Boss I suggest Melissa lick up the stew with her tongue since she could be famished by now. How are we sure she didn’t do it on purpose?” he snarled at her.
I let a grin on my face before lowering my furious gaze on Melissa, who was still pleading and fidgety.
“The shoe is worth two point five million dollars but I am not going to bother you with replacement because I know neither you nor your poverty-stricken father can afford it . I expect paupers like you to be extremely careful because getting into troubles would remind you of the fact that you would never be rich.”
“Apologies, please Brian Patrick,. I crave your forgiveness…”
I interposed her with a maddening yell which echoed across the hall, “Don’t call me that dope ! I stood up, advanced to her and peered at her, “I thought by now you would be married to a man richer than me.” I turned my gaze to Charity, “Am I still going to remind your waitress to wipe the shoes her generation would never afford now and in the life to come?”
Abruptly Charity brought her gaze upon Melissa, “Will you wipe off the stew you accursed dope ass!” she cursed
And Melissa flinched in fear.
As she was about wiping it with her hands, I pulled out my feet, shook my head in disapproval and demanded , “Your dress should be used to wipe the stew not those filthy hands of yours. And you must be fast about it, Melissa I don’t have time to while away like your father who is in jail.”
Charity interposed me and yelled at her, “Did you hear that? Be fast about it. You are lucky Mike Don doesn’t demand for a replacement. I don’t think you and your poverty-stricken father can replace it.”
With trembling hands, Melissa leaned forward, stretched out the hem of her dress and wiped the stew that smeared on my oxford. Already she was all tears and sobbed hugely now.
Zion burst into a radical, laugh before the entire staff joined him.
Done wiping my shoes, Melissa stood up furiously and walked away howling like a baby.
Having confirmed that all the staffers had eaten to their satisfaction, I clicked my fingers at Zion to inform him we should be on our way now.
Hastily, Charity paced to my side, bowing , “Apologies the world richest man for pestering you. but I would want to know if you enjoyed your stay at Charity Intercontinental. I know we are not the best but we are one of the best.” she intoned, smiled briefly once she noticed the cloud of warmth on my face..
“Not after your silly waitress almost turned my shoes into a cooking pot. I don’t need to tell you that I had a bad day in your restaurant. Perhaps I shouldn’t have come in the first place. That shabby-looking girl ruined my day. To be frank with you there are some people you are not supposed to employ. Gold-diggers should be punished for smearing my oxford with stew. It is because of Melissa that I would be withdrawing the cooking contract from you…”
I spoilt my face with frown.
Promptly she went down on her knees and pled, “Please Mike Don I beg of you, don’t do this to me. as for Melissa . I am going to make sure you don’t ever see her face whenever you come around. Please don’t deprive me of the contract of hosting, Mr. President’s banquet party.” She molded her arms and dragged a teary look across her face.
I swirled and led the way as my staffers joined me. Charity scuttled behind me, pleading and almost breaking down in tears. She hounded me until we got to my Lamborghini.
She locked eyes with me, shot a grievous look at me, “Please I beg of you, Mike Don, whatever you want me to do just to make you happy, I would do it.”
I grinned briefly with a flickered look in my eyes, “Listen up Charity , whatever you can do to ensure I don’t get to see that ugly-looking Melissa anywhere around your restaurants do it because next time is not going to be funny. Good bye!” I beamed hopped into my car and we zoomed off in a convoy.
But Charity wouldn’t just stop pleading, “The world richest man! Mike Don” she called as we sped away, “Oh god! What did I get myself into now! Shit!” she snapped, breathed uneasily and swirled around to see Melissa trudging away in her mufti, her hand bag across her shoulders.
“I hope you are satisfied now for ruining my relationship with Mike Don. You have to pray I don’t lose that contract.”
Melissa sniffed and raised her gaze, “I know you would sack me after spilling stew on his shoes, so I decided to sack myself. It is not your fault. It is all my fault. Nemesis has caught up with me. I am paying for the shit I did against him.”
“What do you mean, Melissa? What nemesis do you speak of?”
“Never mind,” she replied coldly “And on your desk is my resignation letter. Good bye,” she had a walk wailing…