Early hours of the day, all the staffers of Hoffers Food were well suited at the conference room. Heavy murmuring hung over them as they discussed nothing else other than the menace of the moment; the food poisoning and my intention to combat the endemic outbreak. Most of the staffers hailed my ambition while others nagged about my intention being all about a show of wealth.In all of it, the conference hall became a murmuring ground as if innumerable bees had gathered. They murmured and wailed for the arrival of their boss, Hoffers Greenfield, who had passed a memo for meeting to all the staffers a day ago.While swallowed in the gloom of arguments and discussion pairs of shoes could be heard knocking on the floor. And soon the knocking surged close, interfering into their discussion and making them realize the presence of a group of people approaching from the corridor.Next the door to the conference creaked open on its own , for a tall, burly white-bearded well-shaven, short-haire

The entire staff of the Hoffers Foods stood staring and waving up wards at my gold-plated private jet which hovered in the air and about to land. Led by Hoffers Greenfield, the staffers who had been waiting for my arrival couldn’t wait to have a moment with the world richest man.Once we landed, Zion mumbled to my hearing, “I believe that is Hoffers Greenfield, the wicked evil boss.” He pointed at him, as he stood in front smiling cheek to cheek.I gave a firm nod in agreement as I leered at Hoffers. Nothing had changed about this evil man. His white beards still remained and his usual attire of hat, tuxedo and pants were still his habit. I swallowed hard as I cursed him within myself.“Would he even know that the Mike Don he is anticipating to see was Brian Patrick; his former delivery boy?” That was the voice of Zion who was leering furiously at Hoffers just like I did.I gave a firm nod, “Definitely he wouldn’t. It is already certain Hoffers doesn’t know who I am. Perhaps he must b

On a crisp Monday I was in my office scribbling through the news paper which covered stories of my recent visit at the Hoffers Food when I overheard a noisy bickering at the reception. I narrowed my eyes at the CCTV and I saw a woman, certainly in her thirties, ranting at a security, pacing up and down the reception with her hands on the waist as one unsatisfied with quarrel.My security was restricting her from making headway into my office. At the time the woman had started yelling at the tops of her lungs. And not only was this eerie but it occurred to me that she was just not familiar let alone a family. When I drifted to my door, and gummed my ears on it, she was still ranting at the tops of her lungs.“No, you must let me see the world richest man! Why are you so cruel, uh? I came with my blind son and the fact he is blind doesn’t mean we are beggars!” she gasped to pick on a fresher louder tone, “I am a notable person. I just want to meet with Mike Don because it is pertinent t

Mr. President’s birthday trended for more than a month prior to the D-day. At the time I was away in Saudi Arabia where I had a briefing with my Arab clients who wanted one million barrels of crude oil.This very business was leaping me to the prime of my wealth and I was elated about it because of the massive cash out that awaited me.Almost at the closure of my business in Saudi Arabia, I got a call from the minister of petroleum about his intention to include me in the committee of notable men that would plan his 80th birthday.I was elated yet I didn’t fancy the fact that I was needed urgently in Rio Hondo. I had already made up my mind to disappoint the minister this time around because some group of clients in Norway contracted me for supply and after that I would make it to Madrid for another bogus supplyMy kind personality and net worth had announced me to the world so much that every money bag wanted to do business with me now.“I am sorry minister. I don’t think I would mak

In few days time, Charity Campbell and her son came to visit me at the Saint Don Group. But this time around Charity didn’t just come to appreciate me for the sudden turnaround of patronage after my visit to Charity Intercontinental but for the fact that her son could see with his eyes once again.I raised thick brow at her, “This is fabulous. In other words the surgery was a success.” I brought my gaze upon her son and smiled at the lad, whose face held a huge smile.Charity left her chair and genuflected to me, “You are indeed the world richest man. You are not supposed to dwell among mortals like us. After a day of visiting my restaurant, patronage tripled by seventy percent. Almost all the residents of my locality want Charity Food whether it tastes good or not.”I could see the color of joy on her red face.I was all smiles as I shook my head in agreement, “Charity Campbell, arise and have your seat. You haven’t seen anything yet. I am going to make you excessively rich and most