Zion sighed and heaved an uneasy breath. Hoffers was among the heady client that would want to jump protocols just because they were money bags. Already before Hoffers got in I had phoned Zion to ensure they go through the laid down protocols.
“Um… Hoofers Greenfield, I expect you to lead by example since you seem to be the most influential money bag among these clients. Everyone has consented to the protocols of seeing Mike Don, except you who is still the only heady one…”
Zion was yet speaking when he gestured at him in disapproval, “Hey hey, I wouldn’t take such insult from you. You can’t force me against my wish. I have decided to jump protocols. I want you to go in there and inform the world richest man that Hoffers Greenfield is here and see how elated he would be to have me around. I am a reputable restaurant owner. Do I need to remind you of that?” he had his hand on the waist as he prided and let his jaw to sag in fury.
Zion drifted to the visitors form, took it and stretched out to Hoffers , “If you disobey this protocols, you are not disobeying me but the world richest man. You are supposed to know how influential and powerful Mike Don is, and understand that tons of visitors would often want to meet with him, you should have come on time. You can’t come from the blues and want to jump protocols.” Zion got infuriated as his blue eyes darkened.
“I can’t be the two hundred and fifth person on the list besides I am not a visitor. I am an associate and I have come for the sake of doing business with Mike Don. I am only disappointed that you don’t know who I am in this Rio Hondo. I wouldn’t blame you. A prophet is not known in his country…” his eyes rolled at him.
Hoffers was interrupted when Zion sighed and hissed so furiously that he almost cursed him, “If your kind of prophet is not know in his country Mike Don is a prophet and he is not only known in his country but all over the world. I want to let you know that you will continue to be disappointed in me because I don’t know broke ass bosses. I get myself acquainted with money bags that have a net worth of five hundred trillion dollars. If you are not the world richest man you are not a boss and don’t deserve to be called one.” He pointed at my picture on the wall.
Hoffers’ lips curled as anger transformed his face, “I beg your pardon. Anyways,”he shrugged, “You have every right to insult me because I am not as rich as your boss. But I want you to know that no one knows tomorrow. There is no permanent boss.”
Zion interposed him with a lengthy chortle, “Listen up Hoffers, my boss Mike Don is the permanent boss, As for your tomorrow I know it. You can never exceed the realm of cooking tasteless food for Rio Hondos, even if you and your generation hustle from now to the end of time you can never have a net worth of five hundred trillion dollars…”
Hoffers gnashed his teeth; ground his jaw as his hands trembled by his side. He shot a thunderous stare at Zion before sounding, “I wouldn’t blame you. You have every right to tell me shit. You can go ahead and insult me because I came to your office. But mark my words he is not going to remain the world richest man forever…”
Zion burst into a laugh and clapped his hands mockingly before squeezing his nose at him, “Can you listen to yourself ? Yes to broke ass ingrates like you , he will not remain the world richest man forever but listen up he has recorded his name in the sand of time as the world richest man and there is nothing the generation of Hoffers Greenfield can do about it,” he gestured at the innumerable visitors trooping into the reception, “If I were you, I would join the queue.” He cast a glance at the form and sounded, “Right now you are the two hundred and sixtieth person to see Mike Don.”
Being pushed to the wall, Hoffers barked at Zion, “If you know my reason for coming, you wouldn’t be behaving like an ass! You are here serving a rich kid that was born into wealth! When will you get a life and stop being a servant, huh?”
Zion snarled, “The very day you stop cooking poison all in the name of food. Don’t stress, soon we will separate poisonous restaurants like yours from the good ones!”
“You castaway…!”
Hoffers had just cursed him when the knocking of a pair of shoes on the floor interrupted both of them and they swirled around, at once to see me prancing out in the splendor of my rich men stylish tuxedo with two of my security flanked behind me.
“Greetings the world richest man!” the innumerable voices chanted and bowed upon catching sight of me. And the moment I gazed upon Hoffers Greenfield, who was still bowed, I shook my head and inwardly cursed for the pains he made me go through.
But I wasn’t going to let go. I would make him pay for the dilemma and horrifying pains I pass through in his hands. Most of all I was elated this impossible man who was still bowed to me never for once recognize that I was Brian Patrick , the ragged looking , poverty-stricken delivery boy, who was neglected by life itself; the pauper who lost his foster parents at a swoop like a helpless bird.
With my frown held, I queried, “What is the problem, Zion?”
He remained bowed while he explained, “Boss this is Hoffers Greenfield . He came to pay you an official visit like every other person but he wouldn’t want to go by the protocols. I ordered him to fill in his details in the visitors form but he wouldn’t want to yield…”
Hoffers interposed him, “Boss the world richest man…”
He was yet speaking when I interrupted him, “Shhh,” I crossed my lips with a finger, “Hoffers keep shut and fill the visitors form if indeed you want to see this rare man that is worth five hundred trillion dollars.”
Hoffers stood, gaping at me.