Dishing out the food and serving all of us was going to be a huge task for Melissa Fanny. But I just couldn’t wait to see her do it. With bated breath and impatient gaze, I tapped on the empty table and waited for her to begin.Soon, Charity paced down to us, and bowed to me, “Apologies, the world richest man for the delay. Your wish is being carried out and Melissa Fanny will be dishing out the food soon.” She sounded amidst affectionless smile.I glanced at my diamond wrist watch and simpered briefly before tossing my head, “I least expected such delayed services from you, Charity.” I gestured across my entire staff who were already yawning and staring with fallen gaze. “Does Melissa want us to die of hunger before she would serve the dish?” I queried in an almost quarrelsome tone, “What is still keeping her?” I snapped.“Apologies, the world richest!” Charity tendered and bowed, “This has never happened in my restaurant. Why don’t you hold on and let me go and check on her. I real

Once the glass door yawned and opened, my accountant general, a tapering, curvaceous lady in her twenties pranced in leaving the entire place echoing of her high heels which knocked on the floor.“Greetings the world richest man,” she bowed and held a contagious smile with the brown envelope pressed firmly on her bust.The moment I gazed upon Linda and the way her eyes gleamed, I perceived she had some good news for me. This was the looks she pulled a few months ago when she announced my one hundred and twenty trillion dollars net worth.I gave a lopsided grin and wondered if the reason for this smile was what I was thinking. Linda was my accountant general and controlled the influx of cash in the Saint Don Group. She virtually could account for my daily income.So with dilated smile, I queried Linda, “What news do you have Linda? Are we going bankrupt?” I sounded humorously and she chortled and cleared her throat as though the good news needed the most impeccable voice for a proper a

Hoffers Greenfield was the last person to step out of the Hoffers Food. He stood combing his inspective gaze across his well suited security, driver and aides. He gave a firm nod and sounded briefly, “You all must be well behaved as we pay an official visit to the Saint Don Group. You all know what the Saint Don symbolizes. It is the richest empire in the world today.”He advanced forward with his burly arms pocketed, “The chairman, Mike Don…”He was yet speaking when one of his aides out of excitement of getting to meet with me exclaimed, “Oh Jupiter’s brain! I can’t wait to meet Mike Don, the world richest man!” she sounded at a breath.“Keep shut!” Hoffers snarled at her through clenched teeth, “You are the lousiest lady I have ever seen in my entire life.” He started advancing to the pretty lady who convulsed hugely and bowed in fear. She lowered her gaze having known that she had erred, “How dare you interpose me with your nonchalant attitude. Why are you excited, huh? Answer me

Usually on a daily I only dared to see ten visitors, and in busier days I saw less than ten. When Zion brought the compiled list of visitors, I noticed that Hoffers Greenfield was on number 250 and from my calculation; he would spend days before he would meet with me.I gave a firm nod of contempt and smirked thunderously as I memorized my vengeance. To my amazement this wicked man frequented the Saint Don Group hoping it would be his turn to meet with me.Whenever I was done for the day, Hoffers Greenfield would always be in the batch of visitors that would witness my departure amidst my band of hostile-looking security and aides.In the hours I pranced out of my office, I could see the impatience and cloud of boredom and weary burning in his eyes; it was as though he was going to break down in tears in the next seconds.And in one of such days, he had stood up, bowed and sounded, “The world richest man, you must have had a busy day, huh, I wish I had come with some delicious recipe

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 s