Once the Ferrari came to a screeching halt into the compound of Saint Don, Hoffers’ aide cast a glance at him, and murmured, “Boss, to be frank with you we are supposed to be weary of frequenting the Saint Don group by now. “ he raised the tag, “Look at the number…”
Hoffers interposed him, “I know it is number 250. I know that.” he shrugged and dragged a quarrelsome brow across his face, “But there is nothing I can do about it. Yes. This is the first time I could be humiliated like a poor church rat.”
The aide cut in, “With all sincerity boss, even a poor church rat can’t be given number tag just because he wants to meet with the world richest man. Come on let’s just put an end to this embarrassment and quit this madness. Let’s go home and forget about him. Who the hell does he think he is?”
Hoffers gestured at him to keep shut and, shook his head in disproval, before uttering, “No, no, I can’t quit. Do you know how much that contract is worth? Two million dollars. It will be a big shame to us if we sit back and watch that shabby, impoverish Charity Intercontinental clench on that contract.” He pinned the number tag on his breast pocket. “We will go in there and meet with Mike Don. He is a human and not some immortal and he must award us the contract.”
The aide hummed what would have been a wail and he inwardly argued if I would ever award Hoffers the contract. But boss why would he give us a number tag that is longer than London Bridge, considering the fact that you are a CEO and the richest among the visitors that want to see him. He is supposed to give you some preference.”
Hoffers clicked his fingers in confirmation, “Exactly what I am saying. I told Mike Don the other day and he arrogantly rebuked me, reminding me to wait for my turn. That boy has allowed his unlimited wealth to get into his head. He has got dirty guts!” he nagged and hissed under his breath.
The aide shrugged before asserting, “What do you expect from a rich kid. How can one man created by God have a net worth of five hundred trillion dollars. That is the annual budget of about twenty countries put together. He is supposed to be full of himself. I mean what do you, expect boss?”
Inferiority complex subsided to envy, Hoffers gnashed his teeth and refuted, “Oh spare me that. Is that why he should give a CEO like me a number tag as though I have come to see God almighty? Is he the only rich man in the world?” he rolled his eyes at the sign board that had, ‘The Saint Don Group engraved in gold.
The aide shook his head in approval, “Uh-Oh boss he is not just rich, but the world richest man. That guy is so rich that the only thing remaining is to cite his name in the encyclopedia.”
When the aide cast an inspective gaze at Hoffers, he caught his dimmed eyes and he guessed he was swallowed in thought now, “Boss you seem to be drowned in thought. I hope you are okay.”
“How would I be? Tell me how I would be?” he shot his widened gaze at him, “I have been wondering how Mike Don became so influential that the state appointed him to exploit the national oil well while bosses like me exit. I mean, what is so special about the Saint Don Group? What is it that they have that I don’t have?” he shrugged in shock and intoned, “I won’t be surprised if that rich kid is seen pricing the entire world tomorrow.” He breathed uneasily and cast a stare at my security that were scattered all over the premises.
“Boss for now I suggest you think about the two million dollars contract and forget about Mike Don’s unlimited wealth. Mike Don is supposed to be a course of study at colleges.”
Hoffers snorted before verbalizing, “Open the door. Let’s go into the reception.” He stared thoughtfully at the towering sky scraper of the Saint Don Group.
When he alighted form his Porsche, he advanced towards the entrance to the elevator and my security nagged once they recognized him, “You have been frequenting the Saint Don Group, Mr. Man. When are you going to stop disturbing us?”
Hoffers raised a thick brow, “I beg your pardon, security you have no right to blow hot at me in such manner. Do you know who I am?”
The security interrupted him arrogantly, “Keep shut. The only VIP we have at the moment is the world richest man. Once you go in there respect yourself. Don’t make a noise and luckily number 250 maybe attended,” the security sounded.
Hoffers rolled his eyes at his offender and grinned hugely; that was the much he could do at the time. He had to tolerate the security otherwise he could lose the opportunity to see me.
He got into the elevator with his aide and so much anticipation and scorn swam in his eyes as he looked forward to meeting me. His expression hardened.
When the elevator beeped and he came out, a pretty looking, young lady in black tuxedo caught the sight of his aide, who sounded, “Boss is that not Mira?” he pointed at her, “That is Mira your former employee!”
Hoffers dragged a narrowed brow at the pretty lady and dimmed his eyes to strike the resemblance; “Is that really Mira?” he pointed at her as well and doubted it, “Mira? What could she be doing at the Saint Don Group looking so gorgeous, huh? Are you sure that is Mira?”
“Boss,” his aide muttered, “I guess she is now a staff of the Saint Don Group. Take a look at the badge on her pocket. You sacked the shit and Mike Don employed the shit and turned it to gold…”
“Keep shut you moron!” Hoffers cursed, “Mike Don can never employ such a cast away. You just have to keep shut if you don’t have anything to say…”
Hoffers was yet speaking when Mira quickly rounded off what she was doing and cat-walked towards them, leaving her high-heels knocking on the floor.
“We meet again, Hoffers Greenfield, this time around let me reintroduce myself as aide to Mike Don, the world richest man himself,” she sounded through frowns and a clenched teeth…