“Shit! Shit! What is about to happen? Who the hell is Charity Intercontinental?” Hoffers Greenfield yelled and slammed the newspaper on the desk. Inwardly he boiled with wrath and his face went crimson at once.
Ever since Hoffers Greenfield got wet ears about the contract being awarded to Charity Intercontinental he had known no rest. For over thirty minutes he had been barking at the tops of his voice and slamming the newspaper on the table.
Suddenly the creaking of his door interrupted him and he swirled around to see it was his secretary, “Greetings boss,” she greeted, squeezed her lips in uncertainty of what Hoffers might do to her for barging in, “Pardon me for barging into your office . But I feel much concern for you after over hearing your yell. Do you mind sharing your dilemma with me, boss?” She swallowed hard and could barely lock eyes with the dreadful dark eyes of Hoffers.
He smiled, pointed at the news paper, “Take a look at the shit.” He clenched his fingers at the newspaper and threw his gaze to the wall before gnashing his teeth.
The curvaceous secretary stared gaping at the newspaper after reading the headline, “But boss,” I thought Mr. President awarded Hoffers Food the contract for his banquet birthday party. Why did he change his mind now and award it to Charity Intercontinental?” she queried, with wide open arms.
Hoffers stroked his hair confusedly, “This is the reason I have been shouting like a mad bull. This is broad day light rubbery. If you read a bit further you will see Mike Don has a hand in this. Yes, can’t you see it? He groaned, slammed his hand on the wall.
The secretary gave repeated nod, “Yes, boss. I have read it. You are correct. The world richest man awarded the contract to Charity intercontinental based on hygiene and success…”
“What arrant nonsense!” Hoffers interposed and shot his reddened eyes at her secretary as though she were me. “Who does the world richest man think he is, huh? He is such a brainless rich kid who has never suffered in his life. Because he was born into wealth, he doesn’t know what hustlers like us have been through. How can he compare me with that…?” his hand measured down to his knees, “…small mushroom restaurant that just started seeing little money…”
The secretary shrugged and breathed uneasily, “Boss, I am astonished to hear that Charity Restaurant was chosen over us. This is absolutely dishonor from the world richest man. We have been in business before them and set the pace. We are the leading restaurant in Rio Hondo and set the pace. We are the best and that is why Hoffers sounded from the lips of Mr President the moment he thought about refreshment.”
The secretary paused the moment hoffers shot a dismal stare at her.
Hoffers expression hardened when he gazed upon the newspaper and saw my photo where I smiled stilly from cheeks to cheeks, with sunshades masking my eyes and donning in my luxury Italian tuxedo and tie.
“They call him the world richest man …” he was about nagging and cursing when an interview which featured me and Forbes sprang on the TV and he paused.
“Boss is that not the world richest man?”
He gestured at the secretary to keep shut and she did and tightened her lips and thy paid attention to my interview which announced my updated net worth of five hundred trillion dollars.
“This is incredible, boss!” the secretary exclaimed and gagged her mouth with her palms, as they listened on.
From the moment Hoffers Greenfield heard my updated net worth, he clicked his fingers repeatedly and folded his arms as he listened on. His cheeks heated as he wondered what I was going to do with all that money. He stared, gaping till the end of the interview.
“Marvelous~” Hoffers exclaimed, yet with jealousy swimming in his voice, and his fingers clicked one more time, “All of that money for one person? This is more than success. No wonder he is called the world richest man and so treats people the way he likes.”
The secretary sounded humbly, “Boss, to be frank with you, I am a big fan of Mike Don. His ambitious nature and doggedness excite me. What about his cuteness and unlimited wealth? They are second to none.” The secretary rubbed her arms in one moment of pleasure and admiration, “Hmmm, “She hummed, “I wish I were his wife.”
“You idiot!” Hoffers barked at her, “I am brooding over the contract we just lost and you are crazy about the world richest man, huh? Can’t you see how silly you are, huh?” he advanced to the secretary gnashing his teeth and shot his gloomy eyes at her.
“Apologies boss,” she bowed and molded her arms, “I had that wrong. Just that like every other lady out there, Mike Don pulls us with his unlimited wealth and cuteness.”
Hoffers barked at the tops of his lungs, “I said keep shut, moron. How dare you admire that arrogant rich kid in my presence, huh?” he sounded through clenched teeth, “If not for his father’s inheritance he can’t be measured up to my wealth. He has never suffered before. He has never been a janitor or a delivery boy or a garbage boy. All his life he has enjoyed unlimited wealth. So what do you expect?”
“But sir, Mike Don is hard working. He controls the oil well now and…”
She dared to protest when Hoffers yelled at her, “Keep shut, dumb.” He pointed at the door with trembling hands. “Now leave my presence!”
As soon as the secretary left humbly he punched his fist into his palms, “Shit! Mike Don what did I do to deserve this? You don’t know me. We have never met so I wonder why you would choose Charity over me.”
Hastily Hoffers advanced to his phone, punched in some numbers and afterwards spoke into it, “Hey, put my convoy in order, assemble my security. We are going to pay an official visit to the world richest man,” he hung up.
Trouble loomed on…