Usually on a daily I only dared to see ten visitors, and in busier days I saw less than ten. When Zion brought the compiled list of visitors, I noticed that Hoffers Greenfield was on number 250 and from my calculation; he would spend days before he would meet with me.
I gave a firm nod of contempt and smirked thunderously as I memorized my vengeance. To my amazement this wicked man frequented the Saint Don Group hoping it would be his turn to meet with me.
Whenever I was done for the day, Hoffers Greenfield would always be in the batch of visitors that would witness my departure amidst my band of hostile-looking security and aides.
In the hours I pranced out of my office, I could see the impatience and cloud of boredom and weary burning in his eyes; it was as though he was going to break down in tears in the next seconds.
And in one of such days, he had stood up, bowed and sounded, “The world richest man, you must have had a busy day, huh, I wish I had come with some delicious recipe and juice for you so you could gather strength.” He let a dilated smile across his face, “What do you think, the world richest man?”
Smacking my lips in irritation and taking off my sunshades, I glared at Hoffers, rolled my eyes at him and echoed, “I can do without poisonous food and juice. As you can see I am just healthier and stronger by the day. You can consume your poisonous recipe.”
Hoffers interposed me hastily, “No, no, no Mike Don, you don’t have to be scared of the food poisoning that has engulfed Rio Hondo’s populace . Hoffers Food is still the best restaurant that practices the most formidable hygiene during food preparation.” He smiled and started initiating familiar discussion, “That is why I am the best.”
I raised a thick brow and shrugged, “You are the best, hmmm,,” I hummed and put on my sunshades, “I don’t have time for frivolous discussion about poisonous food from shabby restaurants. Am done for the day and I would love to retire home and enjoy a lengthy recess. What number are you on the visitors’ list?” I queried and had my back to him while I faced at the exit.
Anxiously, Hoffers went on his knees and appreciated me for my consideration to meet with him early enough, “Thank you a whole lot, the world richest man for your consideration to let me into your office ahead of other visitors..”
“Hoffers Greenfield!” I beamed through clenched teeth and started walking away. About nearing the exit, I sounded, “That doesn’t answer my question, Mr. Hoffers Greenfield. What number are you on the list?” my voice echoed across the reception.
He clenched his throat with uncertainty clouding his face, “Okay ..I…” he stuttered with his gaze daring to lock eyes with me , “I am number 250, but I would…”
“Hoffers Greenfield!” I snapped even more intensely, “Maintain your number if you are interested in meeting with the world richest man. Let me ask you this simple question, Hoffers, because I have been overhearing your yell from my office. Have your generation ever produced the world richest man, huh?” I queried and when he smacked his lips and wouldn’t answer my question, I yelled louder at him, “Answer me, Hoffers Greenfield. Have your generation ever produced a man in his twenties who is currently worth five hundred trillion dollars, huh?” This time around our gaze met and I smiled thinly.
Hoffers shook his head in the negative and added, “Not at all, boss, but please I beg of you, this is my fourth day waiting for my turn to see you. I am a mogul, a VIP in Rio Hondo, I would appreciate if you give me some preference and let me see you ahead of others.”
“Your number is 250 , until its gets to your turn I don’t want to see your horrible face in my office. All humans are equal, Hoffers, there is no other VIP except Mike Don. You can have your poisonous food for dinner, rather than give it to me. Good night, Hoffers Greenfield.”
“Mike Don! The world richest! The world richest man!” he called me, scuttling behind me but then the door had slammed on his face.
He came to a halt, put his arms on the waist and swore under his breath, “Oh God when am I going to see him?”
While speeding home, Zion chortled and gave a clapping ovation before saying, “Boss, I can’t wait to see how you are going to cancel Christmas on Hoffers’ ass. That asshole has got guts, but you have got net worth power and vengeance.”
I snorted, gave a brief nod and replied him, “Why don’t you hold on and see how I will deal with that bastard …”
Suddenly a strange image in the horizon caught our sight and I wondered who would have the panache to stop my convoy.
“Boss who is that? It seems to have the shape of a young lady. Why is she standing on our way? What arrant nonsense is that? I know you are so loved by the pretty ladies but it is high time they started respecting themselves,” Zion groaned and cast a glance at me to see my eyes were narrowed.
Already the girl was on her knees, as she molded her arms before my convoy.
Quickly my security alighted, paced to the lady, and from the look of things they were bickered with her before returning to my end. One of them peered at my window and mumbled, “Boss, she must be one of your fans. She insists she must see you today or she will die. We dared to order her out of the way and she insisted she must see you and it is only you that can change her destiny.”
I hummed, took off my sunshades and when I stared around I caught sight of more than a handful of paparazzi and journalist hanging around to take photos of me.
All of a sudden, the pretty lady paced down to my Ferrari and when my security dared to stop her, I commanded, “Let her come to me!” I locked eyes with her and she shyly lowered her gaze and bit her lower lip in pain. “What is your name, young lady?”
Already she was all tears. She replied coldly, “I am Mira. My boss, Hoffers Greenfield sacked me for the love I have for you…”
Trouble ahead…