A dilated smile decked my face which was before a newspaper. For weeks the trending story and caption was: HOFFERS HEARTBROKEN OVER LOSS OF RESTAURANT. Another like it was; HOFFERS IS OUT OF BUSiNESS.
The media succeeded in capturing disgraceful images of when he wailed on the floor while at the bank. And they didn’t forget to place it on the front pages of news papers.
“Hmmm boss,” Zion called, “What would become of Hoffers Food now since you have bought it?” he queried through a mouthful of barbecue and shot an expectant gaze at me
My gaze was still settled on the news paper as I replied him “In the coming days I would demolish the entire building and make it a setting ground for dumping of waste.” I glanced behind, virtually all my entourage were asleep safe Zion.
Indeed it had been a nice , busy time flying to all the continents in three months and in most cases , my sole purpose was to meet with the president of each country about my intention to lunch an oil distribution plant in all the continent; this would only be possible if I finally owned an oil well.
The exploitation of the national oil well was coming to an end, say in one month. It had amassed so much wealth for me and leapt my net worth to five hundred trillion dollars. I needed to invest hugely in the oil and gas sector just to make sure this net worth would never run down.
Although I had plans of investing in other manufacturing industries yet I wished I could own an oil well some day. That was my major disappointment in my summer vacation. Virtually all the countries I visited turned down my proposal of buying their oil well for four hundred trillion dollars.
Presidents nagged about the oil well being their major source of income, and wouldn’t want to privatize it.
Our private jet flew back to Rio Hondo and while Zion read newspapers, I was drowned in heavy thought over my intention to own an oil well someday.
It was another thing to become the world richest man and it was another thing to remain at the top. “I want to remain the world richest man forever. No one must take the title from me.” I groaned through clenched teeth.
Zion stole a glance at me and later focused fully on me , “You are the world richest man boss, the undisputed Croesus. I don’t think currently any Croesus is worth five hundred trillion dollars …”
I sank in my chair and raised my gaze at the roof, “Trillionaires are really working hard to snatch that title from me. Don’t forget in one month we will be waving good bye to Rio Hondo oil well.”
Zion raised a distressed brow, before losing interest in the news paper, “Really? So soon? Damn! Although it had been a nice time exploiting it yet I wish we could continue exploiting it to amass more wealth …”
I wish Mr. President would sell the oil well to me at the same stated price which other countries declined…”
Zion interrupted in a scared tone, “Four hundred trillion dollars ? Boss uh-oh that is too much for oil well. I am elated they declined the offer. They can go to hell!”
I snorted and shook my head in disapproval , “That is not too much for an o oil well, Zion. Do you know what it means to own an oil well , Zion? Currently in the world no mogul owns an oil well. Oil wells are always in the control of the country, which sustains them with good revenue.
Zion intoned amidst a wave of smile, “I believe Mr. President would flinch in excitement if you give him such amount money for Rio Hondo oil well.”
I doubted it and tossed my head in disapproval, “I don’t think so, Zion. Did you check our email two days ago?” I queried and when he nodded in the negative I added coldly, “The minster sent us a reminder about the exploration coming to an end in one month. I don’t think they will be interested in selling it. They have really missed their oil well…”
As soon as my private jet booed and landed on the tarmac, Zion pointed my attention to a figure who was standing in the midst of the anticipated Rio Hondos who waited patiently to receive me at the airport.
“Boss talk of the devil. Hoffers Greenfield awaits us,” Zion pointed at him, “Oh my god! He looks dirty ragged and unkempt. You have really dealt with him boss. Your vengeance smells like rotten egg.”
I clenched my teeth and frowned at him as I stared at Hoffers Greenfield who was now the mirror of himself. I stared down to him and I shook my head in confirmation; the sole of his worn out shoes were almost yawning like the mount of a shark; his black sleeves had so worn out that shades of cream color now covered it; he looked unshaven with scraggly long hair.
Already my convoy of Ferrari and Porsche were steaming and waiting to take me home.
As soon as the hatch door was opened, I stood at the door, waving at the ocean of crowd that gathered to welcome their richest money bag. My securities were already in place to stop those pretty dashing ladies who were pushing forth to get to me.
Settling my gaze on him, Hoffers’ stare met mine and I shot a frown at his teary face. Just like Hoffers , I was thrilled by the sight of pretty ladies who clamored for me.
“Boss, Hoffers is weeping heavily,” Zion brought it to my notice.
I gave a firm nod, “He is supposed to be all tears. He never expected his delivery boy he once maltreated would be the world richest man!”
Flashes of camera light landed on me from all angles. I couldn’t help with continues waving of hands at my fans.
Something was about to happen…