Hoffers Greenfield was the last person to step out of the Hoffers Food. He stood combing his inspective gaze across his well suited security, driver and aides. He gave a firm nod and sounded briefly, “You all must be well behaved as we pay an official visit to the Saint Don Group. You all know what the Saint Don symbolizes. It is the richest empire in the world today.”
He advanced forward with his burly arms pocketed, “The chairman, Mike Don…”
He was yet speaking when one of his aides out of excitement of getting to meet with me exclaimed, “Oh Jupiter’s brain! I can’t wait to meet Mike Don, the world richest man!” she sounded at a breath.
“Keep shut!” Hoffers snarled at her through clenched teeth, “You are the lousiest lady I have ever seen in my entire life.” He started advancing to the pretty lady who convulsed hugely and bowed in fear. She lowered her gaze having known that she had erred, “How dare you interpose me with your nonchalant attitude. Why are you excited, huh? Answer me you dope!” He stamped his feet on the ground.
She lowered her gaze and bowed as she apologized, “It is all my fault, boss. Pardon me,” she kept bowing and trembling as she observed Hoffers with the corner of her eyes.
Through clenched teeth Hoffers groaned at her, “You brainless, ass hole I am talking about how we could clench our hands on the contract and you are over excited to meet with Mike Don.”
The lady stole a glance as she remained bowed, “I owe you an apology, boss.” The lady sniffed as she perceived the waterloo that was about to befall her. When she finally raised her gaze, she was shocked by the dismal look on the face of Hoffers.
“You can’t owe me an apology because it is never going to repeat itself.” Hoffers sounded and queried, “What is that your mocker name again?”
Through fidgety lips the young lady replied, “Mira, boss. Please boss, I promise you it won’t repeat itself again.” She molded her arms in apology and forced a teary face as she perceived what Hoffers was about to say next.
“Keep shut you rotten maggot! Mira!” he called in a stressed exaggerated tone that almost reminded her she was going to be dealt with, “I thought you were sensible. Henceforth you cease to be my staff. Let me see if that world richest man can employ a broke ass ugly miff like you!”
With knees on the ground and trembling arms pleading, she howled, “Please boss. I never intended to be such an ass. I was only excited because mike don is a great man, since I am his fan. That is all. I never intended to hurt you or sound disrespectful. I was only awed…” the lady was interrupted by her wailing tone, “Please don’t sack me, boss. I have no other job.”
“You moron!” Hoffers cursed as he stooped to her, “I don’t care if you are enthralled or bewitched by the world richest man. You have no right to interpose me with your excitement. I don’t want to ever see your dirty ass anywhere around Hoffers Food.”
Mira was about protesting when he barked radically at her, “Keep shut you swine. You have the guts to clamor for another boss in my presence, huh? Is it because Mike Don is the world richest man? Today you cease to be a staff of Hoffers Food. You can join the likes of Brian Patrick, my former, nonsensical delivery boy who never valued his job. I wonder where that poverty –stricken Brian Patrick is now and I am sure he is suffering as shit. Mira you are here by sacked!” he groaned, “Should I see you anywhere around Hoffers Food, I will send you behind bars!” he molded his fingers into a fist before stamping away to his Ferrari.
Mira wailed with a heartbroken heart, “Please boss. Don’t do this to me. I never intended to hurt or disrespect you. I am an orphan. How do I survive without this job?” she crawled to Hoffers.
But his mind was made up. He hissed at her, slammed the door and his convoy zoomed away, leaving tyres screeching and raising dust.
I was well-seated in my exquisite office rolling in the swivel chair and groaning in my breath, “Hoffers Greenfield,” the moment my gaze caught sight of him on the CCTV.
He just arrived at my premises.
I smirked at the haze of pride that hung over him as I mastered the vengeance I would bring upon him for the nemesis, pain, ridicule, shame and disappointment he brought upon me.
Oh lord; I never knew this day would come; a day I would sit at the hem of wealth and have my wicked boss visit just to beg for contract. Would he recognize me now?
Would he believe that the same Mike Don , the world richest man was his poor ragged delivery boy? Would he believe that the same world richest man once begged him to give up his garage so that I and my foster father could spend the night?
Would Hoffers believe that this same Mike Don he was coming to visit was the same Brian Patrick that demanded for a salary advance so I could pay for my foster mother’s medical bills?
I stood up and glanced at the huge mirror on the wall and could see indeed money was a necessity. I didn’t look like what I had been through. I was nothing close to Brian Patrick, so none, not even Hoffers would be able to recognize me from now till the end of time.
Once I swirled around and caught the images on the CCCTV I could see Zion and my host of security making him pass through protocols of filling the visitors’ form, and I shook my head in confirmation.
At the reception heavy bickering hung across the atmosphere as Hoffers declined filling the visitors form before getting to see me.
“With all due respect, I am not going to fill the visitors’ form. Can you imagine the number of visitors that are on the queue, so I will be the two hundred and fiftieth person to see Mike Don?” he nagged and paced up and down in fury…
Vengeance awaited him…