The entire staff of the Hoffers Foods stood staring and waving up wards at my gold-plated private jet which hovered in the air and about to land. Led by Hoffers Greenfield, the staffers who had been waiting for my arrival couldn’t wait to have a moment with the world richest man.
Once we landed, Zion mumbled to my hearing, “I believe that is Hoffers Greenfield, the wicked evil boss.” He pointed at him, as he stood in front smiling cheek to cheek.
I gave a firm nod in agreement as I leered at Hoffers. Nothing had changed about this evil man. His white beards still remained and his usual attire of hat, tuxedo and pants were still his habit. I swallowed hard as I cursed him within myself.
“Would he even know that the Mike Don he is anticipating to see was Brian Patrick; his former delivery boy?” That was the voice of Zion who was leering furiously at Hoffers just like I did.
I gave a firm nod, “Definitely he wouldn’t. It is already certain Hoffers doesn’t know who I am. Perhaps he must be regarding me as some strange sudden tycoon that came to dwell in Rio Hondo.” I turned my gaze to Zion, “Like you said I have metamorphosed greatly into a healthier, looking adult boss whose looks could barely be related to the days I was poor.”
Zion gave a wink, “Yes, boss it would take you to reveal it to anyone about your identity otherwise no one would be able to strike the resemblance. I wonder what your vengeance would look like, boss.” He gaped at Hoffers and sounded yet again, “Am I going to hold his ass while you spell Christmas on it, uh? The man is evil!” he groaned and sighed.
I squeezed my lips, “Give it a rest, Zion. The reason one must make money is not only for the sake of luxury but to inform enemies that anyone could be blessed and those that stepped on our toes must suffer for it.” My eyes narrowed before my lips curled, “Wait patiently, Zion and watch how my vengeance goes,” I groaned and adjusted my tuxedo before putting on my sunshades, “let’s alight and meet them.”
“Okay boss.” Zion responded and clicked his fingers at the security, who stood up to open the hatch door.
Outside, the host of Hoffers’ staff were still clamoring and chanting my name. I could see the impatience that hung in their eyes and the anxiety that beclouded their voice.
My band of well suited security had already opened the door and was leading me now all the way down the staircase on my jet.
Hoffers advanced to me and bowed gratefully without any idea about whom he was bowing to. I am not sure a few years ago Hoffers Greenfield, the Hoffers I knew too well would have bowed to me; those days when I was Brian Patrick. Yes I am not sure.
“Wicked man! I will deal with you,” I groaned in my mind as I smiled at him and patted his shoulders while he and the rest of his staff bowed humbly to me. “I never knew this day would come. Hmmm, Hoffers,” I nagged within myself while I stared down to him, “My vengeance on you will stick like tattoos. For all you did to me when I was a broke ass, you will pay.” I nagged within myself, “Yes you will pay.” I emphasized as I smiled cheek to cheek.
“You are welcome, the world richest man,” Hoffers sounded still bowed at me and hands hugely trembling as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease.
Once I noticed it, I grabbed his hands, “Why are you having a shaky hand, uh?” I queried and shook hands with him only to notice he was already sweating in the palms.
He forced a smile, “um…I…” he stuttered through trembling lips, “I am overwhelmed with the world richest man. I can’t believe this is happening…I am privileged to meet with such a god of wealth like you…”
I smirked and caught the sight of the crowd of onlookers who were clamoring to surge close to me but were restricted by my party of security. From different corners, paparazzi and journalist shot flashes of camera light at me as I glared down to Hoffers.
“Come on Hoffers put yourself together. I am human like you. I know you are awed to have a moment with me, but you must chin up and put yourself together, okay,” I beckoned on him.
He nodded severally almost a million times now, “Okay boss , I will try my best. Thank you boss, it is indeed an honor to be with the world richest man. Oh my God. Just like me my staff are anxious to meet you!” he pointed across them, “As you can see.”
“We love you the world richest man! Mike Don! We can’t wait to meet you!” the staffers and onlookers clamored harmoniously.
I dared to fight back tears as I smiled hugely and gazed up on the ocean of crowd and staff of Hoffers that assembled to welcome me.
“The world richest man, please may we proceed to my restaurant , the Hoffers Foods, a warm reception has been dedicatedly made for you, boss,” Hoffers Greenfield muttered humbly with his head bowed and arms still shaking.
I gave a nod, “Okay Hoffers.” I sounded and nagged in my head; “Asshole, you will suffer in my hands, I promise you.”
My security pushed against the ocean of crowd who forced to surge close as I started advancing to the convoy of Porsche and Lamborghini
About stepping into my Porsche a female fan escaped the restriction of my security and scuttled to my side, with her dress held out.
“Mike Don! The world richest man! Mike Don” she chanted, scuttling and struggling to catch her breath as she fell beside me with her head bowed, “Please!” she wailed and still held out her dress, “I must get your autograph on my dress. Please don’t decline my wish...”
Zion dared to repel her and I raised my hand, “Let her be!” I commanded and stuck out my biro to scribble my autograph…
“I will never wash the dress,” she promised me with a wink and left excited.
“See how you are loved and adored by everyone even the pretty ladies,” Hoffers sounded smiling
“Fool!” I cursed in my mind, “You are in for the worse!”
Something was about to hit him hard…