In few days time, Charity Campbell and her son came to visit me at the Saint Don Group. But this time around Charity didn’t just come to appreciate me for the sudden turnaround of patronage after my visit to Charity Intercontinental but for the fact that her son could see with his eyes once again.
I raised thick brow at her, “This is fabulous. In other words the surgery was a success.” I brought my gaze upon her son and smiled at the lad, whose face held a huge smile.
Charity left her chair and genuflected to me, “You are indeed the world richest man. You are not supposed to dwell among mortals like us. After a day of visiting my restaurant, patronage tripled by seventy percent. Almost all the residents of my locality want Charity Food whether it tastes good or not.”
I could see the color of joy on her red face.
I was all smiles as I shook my head in agreement, “Charity Campbell, arise and have your seat. You haven’t seen anything yet. I am going to make you excessively rich and most admired by your equals.” I leaned forward to my wine and poured for two, before handing her one, “You don’t discuss business without wine “ I pushed a cup to her.
She bowed as she received if from me, “Boss what other business do you speak of? You have done more than enough for me already. You sponsored my son’s eye surgery, paid an official visit to my restaurant that restored my lost glory…” she couldn’t speak further as she became too emotional and broke down in tears.
“Give it a rest, Charity. I didn’t invite you over to break down in tears. You need to chin up and be of good cheer. I am poverty eradicator and I have come to place you at the level you are supposed to be as a CEO.”
“The world richest man you have done more than enough. I am stunned. Just yesterday alone, Charity Intercontinental realized five hundred thousand dollars in one day from the sales of food. This has never happened before. The influx of customers into my restaurant is maddening and mind blowing. What can I do to repay you the world richest, man?” she inquired and grinned in shock.
“Rise, Charity and listen to my reason for inviting you, come on perk up,” I gestured at her and dared to help her on her feet and she yielded and sat back,
With a slight grin being held around my lips, I sounded, “Charity how about taking up a contract of hosting refreshment for the birthday of Mr. President…”
I was yet speaking when she intoned, “Yes, yes, boss. That would be the best prime of my life. I could prepare different assorted delicacies that would catch the fancy of Mr. President. Having such contract wouldn’t only be the highest achievement of my life but my generation will never forget my name...”
I interrupted her with a slam of the document on the desk, “Well avail me the privilege of bringing such achievement your way. I am taking up the responsibility of hosting the birthday, and I have budgeted two million dollars for refreshment that could cover eighty percent of the entire populace.”
While I spoke, Charity gagged her mouth, with her hands and was star-struck. She couldn’t believe her ears. She was devoured in one moment of awe. Being dumbfounded was an understatement. She suddenly broke down in tears of joy.
“Oh the world richest man this is just too much for a poor CEO like me. Never in my life have I earned two million dollars. I mean take a look at me.” she smoothed her worn out dress. “Do I look like the boss of Charity Intercontinental? This contract is certainly going to be a financial break through for me.” she sniffed when her eyes seemed to be welled up with tears.
I stood to my feet and pointed at my pictures on the wall, “Take a look at these pictures, Charity, what do you see?” I queried and.“Those two pictures have messages. What do you see?”
Charity dimmed her eyes and narrowed her gaze at the pictures, “The other ragged boy seems to be your errand boy or some god-forsaken delivery boy, while the other picture is you. I hope I answered rightly.” She smiled engagingly.
I smiled back and tapped on the desk in contemplation, “The other ragged boy is me.” I sounded and she dragged a shocking brow, across her face, “Yes. The two pictures are me. The world richest man you see today was a nobody, a god-forsaken ragged delivery boy who almost committed suicide.” I hummed and drifted to the bar, “Charity, I have been poor. I don’t want anybody to experience poverty. But as far those that treated me like a piece of shit they will get a dose of my vengeance.”
She took her head and shrugged, “Boss, of a truth poverty is evil. Those that are poor are synonymous to death. You will be kicked in the ass and humiliated by the rich.”
Without hesitating I drifted to my shelf, scribbled some figures on the book and tour out, “Have this. This is a cheque for two million dollars. I want the best refreshment from Charity Intercontinental. You have been chosen to handle that contract. To hell with Hoffers Food.”
Gently with trembling hands, she took the cheque, glared at it, placed it on her chest and gaped at the ceiling , “Oh God, this is my first time of being called a millionaire through the help of Mike Don, the world richest man. My generation will never forget you, Mike,” she bowed, “You are indeed a god-sent to the poor. Whatever will take your life should come and take mine…” she kept blessing me till she struggled with tears.
As soon as she left with her son, I groaned, “Hoffers Greenfield your payback just begun.”