Hoffers gave her a dirty look, “Are you bluffing or what Mira? You are acting as though I am some stranger to you. Standing before you is Hoffers Greenfield, your former boss and I stand a fair chance to go in there than every other visitor…”
She interposed him, “Hoffers Greenfield,” her unfamiliar tone echoed from wall to wall, “Mike Don has hired me as her personal aide and has also mandated me to give pass to visitors, so I have the right to tell a visitor to kiss my ass or to go in and see him!” she slammed at him and rolled her eyes.
Hoffers shook his head in disapproval as he yelled in like manner, “And I refuse to kiss your ass, because I have got a contract to clench and it is only Mike Don who can award me the contract !” he almost yelled at the tops of his lungs , even when he dared to fight back guilt.
Mira’s lips pressed together. “How am I going to inform you that you are ineligible to meet with the world richest man, huh? I have conveyed to you the proper time you are eligible to see him and the time is…”
“Fortnight, huh?” Hoffers interjected, leaning forward to her, “No, no! You can’t do this to me. Mr. President’s birthday is in five days and I can’t afford to lose a cooking contract that is worth two million dollars just because of your fortnight-whatever. Please I must meet with the world richest man. it is pertinent !” he slammed his palms on the desk to emphasize its urgency.
She wrinkled her nose, “Mr. Man!” she called arrogantly, pointing her long vanished nails at him.
Hoffers beamed at her through clenched teeth, “I beg your pardon. I deserve some respect. I was once your boss. I wouldn’t tolerate any form of dishonor from a lady I once paid salary…”
Furiously Mira sprang to her feet, “What dirty salary did you pay me? Ten thousand dollars per week can’t be compared with one hundred thousand dollars per week with a Porsche, a house and wouldn’t be any need to sack me for defaulting. Evil bosses like you need to come under the tutelage of the world richest man so you can learn how to value your employees.”
Hoffers forced smile, “Hey, Mira I have not come here to compare facts and figures. He is the world richest man. I can’t compete with his wealth. I have not come here to dispute that. You defaulted and I sacked you. Is that the reason you don’t want to grant me a pass to meet with the world richest man?” he dragged a pitiable, frustrated look before his eyes glistened.
Mira squeezed her eyes shut, “ Hoffers or whatever you are called Mira is doing her job. And by the virtue bestowed on me by the world richest man, I order you to return home and come back in fortnight. My boss cannot see you now!” she slammed her palms on the desk and shot her frown at his sorry face.
Hoffers snorted, stroked his short hair, swirled around and caught sight of Zion standing idly with arms folded as he stared at the dramatic scene. “You know what I can do without you!” he snarled at her and hastily walked up to Zion, “Hi, Zion , please it is my turn to see the world richest man since the protocol has changed yet that small witch over there wouldn’t grant me a pass..”
Zion raised a distorted brow at him, hummed under his breath and sounded, “Well Hoffers that small witch you are provoked has been bewitched by a superior wizard to grant pass. I hope you know what I mean. The only good I can do for you right now is to accompany you to the garage where you can hop into your car and zoom home. Nice doing business with you…”
He turned to leave…
“Hey, Hey, Zion!” Hoffers called on him and hastened to his side. “I believe you are the most senior staff here. Mira just got employed some days ago. You have supremacy over her. You can overshadow her and grant me a pass, please two million dollars worth of contract is at stake here…”
Zion dimmed his eyes at him, “If I may ask when did she say you will be eligible to see the world richest man?” he queried and cursed him inwardly.
“Fortnight!” he beamed and widened his gaze at him, “Can you imagine such wickedness. If the visit should linger till fortnight I may lose the cooking contract for Mr. President and Charity Intercontinental will clench on it and deliver the job.” He shook his head in pity.
Zion grinned in exhaustion before he paled. “Okay Hoffers Greenfield may I please know what you would have me do since you don’t accept the fortnight she told you…”
“I know the world richest man is in there and I strongly believe he would grant me the cooking contract once I meet him. Please don’t forget that Mr. President allotted the contract to me initially but the world richest man declined it and chose Charity Intercontinental over me, without any reason.”
Zion stared at him with surveyed looks as he peered forward daring to avoid any one from hearing what he was about saying next.
He mumbled, “Listen up, Zion I promise to give you thirty percent of the money once you grant me pass…”
Zion interposed him with repeated nodding before forcing a smile, “Hoffers Greenfield may I know how much you have in your bank account?”
Perplexed, Hoffers raised a narrowed brow at him, wondering why he was demanding for such information, “I beg your pardon. What do you need the information for?”
Zion shrugged and held a pretentious smile on his face, “Come on it is a simple question. How much is in your account as a CEO?”
He snorted, grinned and struggled to reply, “Two million dollars. By the way why do you ask?” he added.
Zion chortled and echoed, “I have one point five billion. Now you can disappear from my presence with your bribery and corruption. Mike Don has made me rich. Let that stick in your memory,” he finally walked away.
“Hey! Hey! Zion!” he called, pacing after him…