“I want you to know I am Brian Patrick. The Mike Don you know , the world richest man that trends all over the world today is Brian Patrick, the same ridiculed delivery boy,” I groaned and snarled at my beholder.
At the time Hoffers was still shattered; his eyes swam with tears as he pled and asked for mercy.
“Uh-oh, Brian Patrick! I never knew you would amount to somebody notable. How would I have known you were the true heir to the Saint Don Group?” He swore under his breath, tossed his head in disapproval, “I am yet to believe this. I can’t believe Brian Patrick is still breathing let alone a mogul that is loved all over the world. This is strange.” He swallowed hard, “Why do you go by the name Mike Don, huh?” he sniffed and struggled to lock his eyes with me.
I simpered, let a cheeky grin and muttered at a breath, “My true name is Mike Don and my true father is Saint Don. Brian Patrick was given to me by my foster father, Mr. Patrick, who adopted me when he found me wandering as a child.” I stood to my feet, settled my gaze on the wall and wished I wouldn’t reminisce on forgotten memories.
Enemies like Hoffers Greenfield shouldn’t let such memories creep back into my mind; the fact that I never got to know my mother who lost her life in the accident drove me crazy; the fact that I was missing in the course of the accident bled my heart.
I wish I wouldn’t recall how I wandered and endured impoverish, beggarly, poverty-stricken life while my father was the world richest man.
Hoffers pointed at me, “You Brian Patrick? Are you telling me that all the while you existed as poverty stricken Brian Patrick your father was Saint Don?” he tossed his head in shock , “This is eerie. This is unimaginable!” I caught the tears trickling down my cheeks in my handkerchief , “Yes it is supposed to be eerie to you because bosses like you look down on the poor and treat them as shit. I lost my identity. I lost my heirship after a horrible accident that took the life of my beloved mother. I was lost in the jungle. Days later I found my way to the streets of Rio Hondo, wandering as a kid until Mr. Patrick adopted me as his child.” I spurned around, shot a menacing stare at Hoffers , and sank a scorning grudge. “Hoffers Greenfield, we meet again, but this time around as an unlimited trillionaire.”
Hoffers let a smile, one that seemed to be contagious and make me forget about all the vengeance in my mind. His tone housed familiarity and it was obvious he wanted to make peace.
“Indeed Mike Don, I must commend your heirship and the milestone you have achieved as the true heir of the Saint Don Group.”
In like manner, I forced a smirk, and raised a thick brow, “Oh yeah,” I stood and advanced to the wine, poured for two and handed him a mug, “Let’s drink a toast to my success and getting to meet my wicked boss for the second time.”
Those last words stole smile from his face and he grinned, swallowed hard and sniffed heavily.
“A toast,” I groaned, pushed my cup against the air and had a gulp, “Drink up, Hoffers Greenfield,” I intoned.
He hesitated and managed a shrug, as fear hung in his eyes.
“Don’t you want to dine with your delivery boy, Mike Don, huh?” I queried the moment he hesitated and paused mid way taking a sip.
He winked and lowered his gaze in guilt, “I thought we are even now, boss. Besides you are the boss now. I am your boy. God forbid that I assume supremacy at this time. I gawked at him and insisted, “Drink up, Hoffers Greenfield. I would be fascinated to share wine with my boss.”
He gave a nod and grin in doubt, “Yes, Yes, Mike Don, but before that I would want to know my fate in the contract. Am I still eligible to host the refreshment for the banquet party of Mr. President?” his voice went cold and dead at once.
“Uh, Hoffers are you still interested in the contract so you could earn two million dollars, huh?” the smile on my face could make any beholder chortle even choke on it. And Hoffers actually chortled, with caution clouding his voice,
“Yes of course , Brian Patrick …sorry, Mike Don,” he corrected, and snorted briefly.
I dragged a furrowed brow,
“Whichever you want to call me , go ahead and call me. What matters most is the net worth and not the name. In your generation has anybody earned five hundred trillion dollars?” I queried amidst smiling face and when he lowered his gaze in shame without muttering a word, I insisted , “Answer me, Hoffers huh?”
He swallowed hard, “I still crave your forgiveness. I was such an ass when I treated you as shit. Please have mercy, Mike Don.” So much tears swarm in his voice.
But I never gave a damn about him; my vengeance was writhing in my heart and there was no stopping me.
With so much confidence hanging over me, I leaned forward to a document for the contract. It would be necessary you sign to some documents.” I intoned amidst dilated smile.
Surprise filled pulled his brow.“Wait a minute!” Hoffers beamed with unfathomable excitement and stood to his feet, “Does that imply you are awarding the Hoffers foods the contract, huh?”
I gave a smacking smile and nodded twice, “Yes of course. Charity Intercontinental was a mistake. What on earth would inspire me to award such cooking contract to Charity Intercontinental when Hoffers Foods , the best restaurant is still in existence?” my smile was held.
Hoffers sat up, “I thought as much. I am the game changer in the industry. This is what I have been expecting from you , the world richest man. It is appalling that I would lose such contract to Charity Intercontinental …”
I gave a firm nod, “Uh, oh, come you can’t lose the contract. But Hoffers, we have a problem here,” I added.
“What problem, boss?” he dragged a thick brow…
Uncertainty loomed on…