Upon hearing that, I dragged a furrowed brow and almost argued with her. At the time the young lady was profusely shedding tears and sobbing without any intention to stop soon.
She was yet to make meaning to me and this was evident at the way I rolled my eyes at her. Why would Hoffers Greenfield sack you for the love you have for me. Was she bluffing or just seeking my attention; I wondered inwardly as I gazed upon this girl with suspicion.
“Why would Hoffers do that to a poor girl like you?” I queried and when I couldn’t stop suspecting her, I asked yet further, “How am I sure you are for real, Mira?” my voice was mild yet unsatisfied.
She shook her head repeatedly in disapproval, “No! No! The world richest man!” she protested, “Why would I fake my sack? I am not that dumb. I am Mira Henson!” she brought out her phone, swapped to a photo and showed me an image of her ID card as a staff of Hoffers Food, “Behold my official ID card as a staff of Hoffers Greenfield. I was one of his aides…” her voice snapped when her sobbing interrupted her.
Zion hummed and rebuked her, “Get away you gold digger. Uh-oh I see! You are a joint of Hoffers Greenfield and he sent you to spy on us, huh! What cock and bull story is this? Get lost, you moron!” h cursed and narrowed his eyes at her.
Mira molded her arms and wailed even intensely as she dared to surge closer, “Please I beg of you, the world richest man! Why would I be such an ass by spying on my crush? I am not a joint of Hoffers Green field! He is such a wicked boss and I regret working for him now!” she wailed amidst trembling lips.
I shot an inspective gaze at her and queried, “When did this happen?”
She sniffed and replied promptly, “Two days ago.” She tossed her head firmly in confirmation, “He was having a briefing with us and I had exclaimed upon hearing that we would be paying you an official visit . I could have controlled myself and heeded to pent up emotion, since I have been clamoring to meet with you, who happened to be my crush…” her voice snapped when she said the latter, perhaps thinking I would find it offensive.
I shut my eyes briefly and grinned in appreciation yet with my frowned face suppressing my gratitude.
“Boss!” Zion called and interrupted me when I wanted to speak, “Apologies, boss for interrupting you.” he bowed, “But I wouldn’t want us to condescend to this trap. This Mira of a girl is telling a lie and it is evident in her contradictory words. She just wants a favor of you on a platter of gold.” Zion cast a quarrelsome gaze upon Mira, “Listen up Mira, why don’t you take your attention seeking self to Hoffers Greenfield who sent you to spy on us.”
Mira interposed him scornfully, and her brow bulged with veins that showed she was hurt by his repelling words, “Why do you doubt me. I know the world richest man is admired by all and wanted by the ladies and I know you think I am a gold digger. Whatsoever you take me for is solely acceptable. But I want you to know that the love I for Mike Don is unfathomable.” she broke down in tears and dabbed her eyes with her trembling fingers.
I grinned, fought back tears and still yet to believe the unimaginable love the entire world had for me. I never for once expected a day like this would come.
Mira continued in tears, “Mike Don is my role model and if admiring him would cost me my job so be it. And for having such a moment with you as this, it is the greatest feat of my life. I know right now I am jobless and may die of lack due to joblessness yet I am fulfilled for finally meeting with my crush and venting my dilemma to you. She sniffed back tears and lowered her gaze in frustration, before she intoned, “I know getting anything from you even your autograph or selfie could be as difficult as passing through the eye of needle, nevertheless I appreciate you for your time.” She stood to her feet, bowed and turned to leave…
“Better!”Zion snapped and sighed.
“Mira!” I called loudly and she swirled around hastily as though she expected it yet doubted it, “A minute,” I groaned and wondered how I could be of help to such an innocent industrious girl who had worked for that wicked Hoffers Greenfield.
I had worked for Hoffers as a delivery boy and I could tell you, no staff found it funny working for that impossible man. Zion may not understand her dilemma but I did and I could affirm to her tragedy. Hoffers was capable of doing all that she narrated.
And about now the best thing I could do for Mira was to employ her, “What would you have me do for you, Mira?” I queried and when she broke down in tears which seemed not to end soon, I glanced at my diamond watch and added, “Speak up, Mira. I don’t have time anymore,”
She molded her arms, “the world richest man. I would be fulfilled and be at my prime if I work for you. Apologies if I am too demanding,” she tendered and I lowered my gaze thoughtfully.
Impatiently, I dug my hand into my tuxedo and gave her my complimentary card. Be in my office tomorrow at 8 o’clock and resume your new role as my aide. Tomorrow you will be handed all the necessary documents and benefits. Do have a lovely day, Mira,” I sounded at a breath, shut the door and we zoomed off.
I left her jumping on her feet and singing my praises, “Oh my God! Oh my God! The world richest man…!” she gagged her mouth and gasped so intensely that she had to hold her chest as she stared at the complimentary card in awe “I am made! I am made!” she chanted at the tops of her lungs…