I raised my hand, signaling at my security and he brought out my complimentary card and handed over to me. I tossed it at the feet of Hoffers.
“Why not work for me, huh? I grunted and managed a striking chuckle.
Hoffers’ brow knitted. His jaw sagged and eyes winked nervously at me. He averted his gaze and snorted deeply in one moment of thought. His thunderous stare questioned my guts a million times.
“Yes,” I affirmed, “Are you not fortunate to work for the world richest man and the world leading oil and gas firm, huh? Above all, consider how valuable you would be if you work with the world richest man.”
He smacked his lips in disapproval with repeated shaking of the head, “No no. please. I don’t need your offer…”
I knew Hoffers was not going to subscribe to it. For it was more than sin for him to be employed by a poverty- stricken boy who once received orders from him as a delivery boy.
He dragged a teary, pitiable face and molded his arms in apology, “Mike Don I appreciate you for your consideration to employ me. But I am not interested in your offer. I have come a long way as a CEO.” He lowered his gaze in shame, “You can’t employ me, I am sorry to sound impossible. I only want you to do me one favor. Please release your account so that I can withdraw my money and return to my home town where I will manage a farm land till I die…”
I dimmed my eyes at him, “Oh Hoffers I can’t believe you are still impossible and obsessed with pride, huh, so you prefer to manage a farm land to working for your delivery boy, huh?”
Those tears started trickling yet again as memories caressed his thought, “Uh-oh, Brian Patrick I wish I could turn back the hands of time to that very night when you ran up to me demanding for my garage…”
“Uh-oh come on Hoffers,” I interjected him. My smile could have lit up the entire universe. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. In few days, cater pillar will be at Hoffers Food to bring down the building.” I chuckled mockingly before emphasizing through stock-still jaw, “The entire building will go down , including your special garage.”
Hoffers’ face burnt with redness, his eyes narrowed at me before he struggled for breath in his tone.
Before he could raise his gaze, my Porsche had already been turned on by my driver.
“Hold on Brian Patrick!” he clamored, neared my Porsche and molded his arms to plead, “Like I said I don’t want to work for you. There is no need for all that fuzz now. But if you insist…” his tone died off as he lowered his gaze , shook his head in disappointment as though he was yet to accept reality, “…If you insist what would you have me work for you?”
“My delivery boy!” I snapped hastily and his gaze darkened in fury, “Yeah, come and be my delivery boy. The Saint Don Group has no delivery boy and it is not good for a multi-trillion group as this not to have one, so if you don’t mind you could be on your way to becoming my debut delivery boy…”
Zion chortled haphazardly behind me while I fought back the urge to break into a radical laugh.
“Your delivery boy?” he retorted , broadened his dark gaze at me as if by any chance , I could earn a slap, “Why delivery boy, huh? I hope you realize who I am. For chrissake forget about the setback and my falling short of grace, I am a billionaire. I have controlled billions of…”
“Keep shut Hoffers Greenfield. You were once a billionaire. You had controlled billions of dollars, but not anymore,” I stared down to him, gesturing at his looks, “Right now I don’t think you are worth more than fifty dollars.”
His face thickened in thunderous frown as he interposed me, “What happened to being your manager, your aide, your personal assistant, your…”
“…Your boss,” I added and his lips pressed tightly before he lowered his gaze in shame, “Yeah why did you keep shut, Hoffers why don’t you choose to be my boss, perhaps that could make you happy. Do I need to remind you that beggars are not choosers? What I avail you, millions of all over the world would embrace it with their full chest because it is a privilege to work with the world richest man…”
“I would love to work with you…I …” he stuttered and breathed uneasily, “…I am just stipulating that a delivery job is more demeaning for a man of my status , at least you could consider the fact that I was once a CEO like you…”
“…No! No! No!” I interposed him, shaking my head in disapproval, “Not a CEO like me. You lie, Hoffers. Have you ever controlled five hundred trillion dollars in your entire life, huh? So what makes you a CEO like me? You are declining to poverty while I leap to greater grounds. Come on Hoffers…”
At the time a few of my security were still struggling to restrict the avid fans , especially the pretty ladies. By some chance a dashing thick lady escaped their restrictions and ran to my side, thereby interrupting me.
My security wanted to wade her off but I ordered them to let her be.
“Please the world richest man, all I want is a selfie photo with you,” the cutie demanded through wailing. I gestured at her to bring it on and she leapt in excitement, peered her smiling face to mine and took several shots. She couldn’t help blushing and staring at the photo on her phone while she walked away.
Hoffers’ countenance fell as he stared agape.
“Hoffers Greenfield! Are you dumbstruck? Come on even I never knew this day would come, a day when pretty ladies would crush on me because of my net worth. Today I am worth five hundred trillion dollars,” I sounded, tossed a dollar at the feet of Hoffers , “For your worries.”
“Brian Patrick! Brian Patrick!” he called, scuttling behind me.
But then my convoy was zooming into the horizon.
A shocker loomed on…