“Boss what are we having for lunch?” Zion asked humbly, “Considering the rate of food poisoning in Rio Hondo, I wouldn’t want us to patronize restaurants just to make sure you are safe.”
I rolled in my swivel chair and stared at the ceiling in contemplation, “How about we do Charity Intercontinental. That is the best restaurant you can find anywhere around Rio Hondo right now.” I intoned and smacked my lips for the delicacy yet to come.
Zion shook his head in definite disapproval. “Hell no, boss, I wouldn’t want us to patronize restaurants for now. Besides Charity Intercontinental is not a reputable restaurants and after the accident that hit her family and made her son blind the CEO, Charity seems to be broke and out of business…”
I gestured at Zion in the negative, “No! No! You don’t have to talk down on people because you don’t know the sudden change that has happened to them. Do you know that Charity Intercontinental has been appointed to host refreshment in the forth coming birthday banquet of Mr. President?”
Zion raised a brow. “I know you must have your hands in this, because I have been seeing Charity frequent your office. Pardon me, boss, if I sound sarcastic.”
I leaned forward and poured a fresh wine, “Listen up, Zion once you get to the top, you must help others to rise, you must help the poor, the needy to rise because no one deserves to taste poverty. But once you rise, those that treated you as a piece of shit, those that underrated you, must have a dose of your vengeance,” I sounded through clenched teeth.
“Yes,” Zion cut in, “Assholes like Hoffers Greenfield. Imagine if he had treated you nicely when you were a broke ass delivery boy, you would be recommending him for the contract to host Mr. President’s birthday.”
I hummed and dimmed my eyes in fury, “Zion , I want you to leave Hoffers Greenfield to me. I am going to take his downfall very seriously. I will make him have a smell of his anus. Anyone that looks down on the poor doesn’t deserve anything good.” I stood up and gazed at the ocean view. “Get the entire staff ready. I want to give everyone a treat at Charity Intercontinental Foods.”
Zion let a contagious smile on his face, “Wow, boss that will be fabulous. The staffers will appreciate it. In other words we are going in a convoy.”
I gave a firm nod, “Yes, we will go in a convoy. All the staffers from the top executives to the delivery boy must come along.”
In a jiffy all my staffers got into the stretched coaster bus with a few in the exotic Ferrari and Lamborghini as we drove down to Charity Intercontinental.
Upon arrival, my security scuttled to my Lamborghini, opened the door so I could alight. And before I could step a foot on the ground, I heard a yell.
“Oh my God! The world richest man! Wow!” that was the chant of a staff of Charity Intercontinental. “The world richest man is here! Mike Don and his staff are here!” the staff let loose, chanted, gagged her mouth and pointed at me.
I smiled, glared and noticed my sudden presence has already attracted paparazzi, journalist and onlookers in their numbers.
Charity paced outside and her staff joined her. I could see the haze of smile that decked her face. She covered her mouth in surprise, “Oh my God! This is unbelievable! The world richest man and his staff are here to patronize us? This is going to be remarkable!”
Flashes of camera light fell upon me as I pranced to give Charity a warm hug.
“You are welcome the world richest man. You just surprised me with this epic visit. Oh-uh, you came with your staffers to patronize me? This is incredible. I am enjoying the prime of my life as CEO.” Cold tears trickled down her cheeks as she bowed and held me on the feet.
“Rise, Charity. Inform your chef to fetch the best of Intercontinental dishes. I want to give my staff a nice treatment today.”
“Your orders will be granted, boss. Whatever you want will be given to you. I promise you a nice time at Charity Intercontinental,” Charity sounded amicably and led us into the restaurant.
As soon as we got in, guess who came in sight?
Melissa Fanny!
She was all dressed in the immaculate white attire of a waitress at Charity Intercontinental. Immediately our gaze met, she lowered her gaze, fondled with her fingers and disappeared out of sight.
“Boss,” Zion called, “Is that not Melissa Fanny, your ex wife?” he queried , pointing at her as she walked out of sight. “What is she doing in that uniform huh?”
I shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine. She is a waitress now, good enough we came at the right time, and she must serve us. Yes,” I swirled around to Charity, “Listen up there is a staff of yours by name Melissa Fanny, huh.”
She gave a nod in confirmation, “Yes, I just employed her some days ago, boss. Is there anything you want her to do for you?” she demanded yet further.
I shook my head, “A whole lot. She is one of your waitresses and I want her alone to serve us. She must not do the serving with the help of anyone. “That is what the world richest man wants,” I sounded through clenched teeth.
Charity bowed as she replied, “Definitely boss, as the world richest man pleases!” she replied and dashed away to carry out my orders.
Zion shook his head in disapproval, “Boss, Melissa wants to do the serving? Are you sure the food will be delicious? You should have ordered her to stand and watch as we feed while another does the serving.” Zion sounded and he saw the dirty looks on my face, he said yet further, “if I were Melissa I would leave this planet for you, because you are everywhere and she must suffer vengeance.”