“Hoffers Greenfield loses all his staff in a day due to nonpayment of salary,”Zion’s voice read the headline to my hearing as I swung around in my swivel chair.“Boss these five months you were away must have eaten deep into him. The last time I drove past Hoffers Food, it wasn’t different from a grave yard. He must have learnt his lessons now and retraced his step to where he erred…”A knock came on my door and interrupted Zion. Promptly our gaze fell upon the door. Zion ordered the visitor to come in.It was Mira.“Boss your enemy, Hoffers Greenfield is here as usual, and I am about to make him pass through the necessary protocols. What do you think boss?” she bowed and expected my reply.I let a chortle. “Whatever you do is okay by me, Mira. Besides his nemesis just begun. I would love to see him beg on the roadside in the days to come,” I groaned and peered down to the newspaper to see more of hoffers.“As Mike Don pleases.” She bowed and disappeared out of sight.***As soon as

Frustration subsided to chaos within him. Hoffers never knew who I was until now. If only he knew that his once poor ragged delivery boy would come up against him, perhaps he wouldn’t have been such a pain in the ass when I needed his help.With eyes swimming in tears, he ran back to the Saint Don Group and was narrowly let into the reception by my security. And when he thought the worst was about to stop, it just began.He couldn’t believe his eyes. His brow thickened as his face clustered with instant sweat.What was happening? Who was he seeing? Could this be the height of it or what? He stood staring agape and lost in his gloom as he beheld none other than his aide, sitting right behind a large desk, with an official badge pinned on his tuxedo.“You? Even you?” Hoffers pointed trembling fingers at him, still agape and crumbling under his knees. His entire body was pinned to a spot. He barely could move a little further to his beholder.The aide let a dilated smile, came out of his

Frustration hung over Hoffers while he glared down to the credit card as he was being conveyed in a taxi. He couldn’t believe he just sold a restaurant that took him fifteen years to build.And how much did he sell it? Two hundred thousand dollars!I had threatened to make his restaurant a garbage dumping ground for Rio Hondo and I was hell bent on doing it.“So my restaurant will now become a dumping ground, huh,” he contemplated in his mind, “Mike Don! Mike don!” he mumbled within himself and shook his head in pity, “Look at me now. I wish I could turn back the hand of time, show you love and grant you a salary advance and even give my garage for you and your foster father to pass the night…” his voice broke out and he succeeded a deep breath.He sniffed, lowered his gaze to the credit card once more and stroked my name which was on it. “I can’t believe this is happening. Can you imagine, huh? A boy, a delivery boy, a poor ragged boy who once served me is now the world richest man

Hours dragged by and the taxi driver was yet to see Hoffers . Times on end, he had shot an expectant gaze at the exit of the bank, hoping that the next customer to alight from the elevator would be Hoffers.With jaw clenched and brow clustered with balls of sweat, the young driver slammed the door on his cab and decided to go after Hoffers.When he arrived at the banking hall, he met a bizarre scene of a few number of customers consoling Hoffers, who was sitting on the floor, all tears and writhing in pain.“Hey, mister!” the taxi driver called the moment he got to the side of Hoffers, “I have been waiting for you almost all day. What’s up with you? I need my money!” he peered down to Hoffers whose teary face flashed at him.Through sniffing, Hoffers muttered, “Please you may have to bear with me. There is a problem with the bank account. These bankers just informed me that I can’t withdraw my money until fifty years.”He had barely said when the driver exclaimed, “Jupiter’s brain!” B

I thought I had escaped my avid fans but by some sheer tactics I felt two strange palms grip my legs as I was about hopping into my Porsche.Who could that be? I swore under my breathShocked, I struggled not to flinch since I believed in the security I got. With my gaze lowered, I caught sight of Hoffers wailing hugely as he gripped my ankles.Now my security felt they had flopped in their duty and breached security protocols by not being alert to see Hoffers get to my side. Promptly they pounced on him like furious cats and about to bundle him away.“The world richest man! Please don’t do this to me! Brian Patrick! Please!” he wailed at the tops of his lungs and clamored for me with his hands gesturing at me.I held a huge grin, “Let him be!” I commanded my security and stretched the hem of my tuxedo while Zion wiped off the dirt on my trousers caused by Hoffers , “Why have you chosen to bring nightmare upon me, Hoffers Greenfield?” I queried and advanced gently to his side , “If