Hoffers stared at her from head to toes before his forehead creased. His lips tightened as he was swallowed in shock. “Mira?” he struggled to call through trembling lips which seemed to fall off. “Mira?” he called yet again as he barely could take off his gloomy eyes from the badge on her pocket which said: AIDE TO MIKE DON
Mira stood stylish with firm hands on her broad waist and inspective, go-to-hell gaze on Hoffers who was already sweating profusely on the nose now, “Are you his aide now?” he queried coldly and swallowed hard.
“Well as you can see you kicked me out and Mike Don embraced me. What more can I say? She shrugged and wouldn’t stop locking pay-back eyes at with him.
Hoffers simpered, “Yeah, yeah, hey, I am happy for you…” he stuttered and glanced at his aide, “I mean you are his aide just like you were my aide.” He grinned after a brief smile, “Bold move, you see, I …um…” he was lost and confused, not in exactitude of words now. He sniffed and dared to say, “I am happy for…” he paused, and added, “…For you. I mean you are like every other aide.” He dared to justify his guilt.
Mira’s jaw clenched. “Really? Am I like every other aide?” She shook her head repeatedly, “I don’t think so Hoffers Greenfield. I am not like every other aide. Don’t you get it? I am an official aide to Mike Don, the world richest man, who is currently worth five hundred trillion dollars…”
Hoffers interposed her after his lips curled, “hey, Mira, don’t take this too personal. I never intended to sack you. Besides, I believe you enjoyed your stay at Hoffers Food.”
Mira stamped her feet on the floor, “Keep shut Hoffers I never for once enjoyed my job as your aide. Do you know what Mike Don offers? He gave me a house, a Porsche and a salary of one hundred thousand dollars per week, unlike you that paid me ten thousand dollars per week, without benefits.” She snorted, raised her gaze at the ceiling, “Oh my God! Mike Don is the best thing that has ever happened to humanity. With CEOs like Mike Don the poor will never suffer lack.” She rolled her eyes at him.
Hoffers pouted and stroked his hair confusedly, “Hey, Mira you misbehaved and I sacked you. I wonder why you should be pained. It is all your fault, even I still deserve some apology.” He threw away his gaze.
Mira winked, “Oh really? You sacked me because of jealousy and nothing more. You sacked me because of my admiration for the world richest man. Some shortcoming that should have attracted a query as punishment suddenly earned me an impromptu sack, uh? You know what, I am fine and better without your dirty job. I am not just an ordinary aide but aide to the number one man as far as wealth is involved. I earn high than all your staff put together!” she snapped and turned to leave.
“Mira! Mira!” Hoffers’ aide called hastily and about to stand and go after her.
But Hoffers rebuked him, “Hey, what is wrong with you? Do you want to apologize to her or what? Apology is not my thing and we can do without Mira. She is just an aide to the world richest man. She is not the one we have come to see! Don’t be silly!” he cursed and his aide stayed put.
“But boss,” his aide protested amidst mountain of frown on his face, “I think it is high time you started behaving like Mike Don. Can you imagine he pays his aide one hundred thousand dollars per week, damn!” he shook his head in awe, “The world richest man keeps behaving like the world richest man.”
Hoffers beamed, “Keep shut, you dope! We have come to see the world richest man and not to re-evaluate salary here. She can go to hell. Besides if you are not contented with your job you can earn your sack letter now and join her!” his jaw sagged before he caught sight of Zion and he added, “Zion is around. Go straight away and show him our tag. I guess it is our turn,” he ordered and nudged him on the arm to hasten up.
His aide scuttled to Zion, who raised a brow at him and told him about the change of protocols at the Saint Don Group.
“Boss! Boss!” his aide sounded the moment he returned to him, “It is our turn to go into the office and meet the world richest man, but Zion just informed me there is a change of protocol now.”
Promptly his shoulders lowered in grievance and his face lacked luster, “What do you mean by that? Why must the protocol change when its gets to my turn?” His thunderous gaze came upon the number tag in his hand, “That is number 250 and I have endured till this moment only for the protocol to change like chameleon…”
Hoffers Greenfield was so down in the dumps yet he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Boss , Zion says the number tag is invalid now, ever since Mira was employed and visitors must gain a pass from Mira before they must see Mike Don. This order is straight from the table of the world richest man,” his aided explained explicitly.
“What!” Hoffers snapped and stood to his feet, before casting a gaze upon Mira, who was busy clicking into the keyboard of a laptop in front of her, ‘Why now? Why would he change the protocol? Why would he have me get a pass from her before seeing him?” his heart trembled once he gave an inspective gaze on her porcine face which housed so much gloom.
His aide sounded, but boss, it is very simple. You can walk straight to her and urge her to grant you a pass to see Mike Don…”
Hoffers let a sigh of frustration before prancing to her, “Um…” he stuttered as guilt banged his thought, “Um, Mira please can I see Mike Don now?” his voice was cold and needy.
Mira raised a quarrelsome brow and her nostrils flared when he gazed at him, “You can’t see the world richest man. You can return in fortnight..”
“What!” Hoffers exclaimed, agape.