The Almighty MAEL ZE’EV

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Mael sat down in a muted silence, observing the hustling process of the bank when a beautiful slender woman walked up to him. 

Her presence webbed his attention when a tender voice whispered an “Hi!” To his ears. 

Mael turned to her, smitten by the friendly smile on her face and her welcoming expression. “Good afternoon, I’m-“

“Apologies for intrusion in your statement Sir, but whatever it is you are here for should not be discussed here in such a prominent section. Follow me, permit me to take you to a much more solitary area.” She spewed with such politeness and respect, her palms a gesture to her words. 

Mael shot to his feet, his huge frame instantly dominating hers. He could hear her stifled hummed at his height and size before turning around, leading them away from the section. 

She took him into an elevator that climbed up to the first floor, both spilling out to a more serene room with stellar designs and exquisite views. 

Mael was walked into an office, and the woman gestured him to sit down. She went around her desk, taking her own seat before tabling the important discussion. 

“I heard you’re here to check the balance of your card. Shall I have a look, sir?” She quested with respect, dragging into sight on the desk a machine, taking the shape of a mini typewriter in a square shape with a thin small sized monitor over it head. 

“Yeah, sure.” Mael instantly reached for his card, handing it over to the stretched palm of the woman. 

Mael watched her go with the process, inserting the card in a hole on the machine’s body and clicking on some buttons before a beep sound broke the silence.

“Oh wow.” He heard her gasp, lighting a curious touch in his mind as he wondered what got her awed. 

She pushed the machine in his direction, turning the screen to face him so he could see for himself.

Mael’s eyes met with the screen, his lips promptly parting with a gasp. He couldn’t believe his eyes, rubbing it once to be sure he wasn’t seeing rubbing. 

He went as far as counting the figures that amount to the total balance of the money he has in the card. He counted up to nine figures. 

Seven hundred million dollars sat in his bank untouched!

While shocked, his mind recalled to the woman who visited him today, all she said to him that he found absurd and fictitious.

He began finding the truth in her words, perhaps she wasn’t making all those stories about his past up and was telling the truth. 

“I need to be on my way.” He stated in an urgent tone, removing his card as he urged to depart the office. 

“Wait Sir, is that all you came to do? We’re here to help you in anyway.” The woman proffered, halting Mael’s movements in exiting the room. 

His head whirled around, “I-“

“I will just write down my number for you to call if ever you need our help.” She jabbed into his sentence, clocking out a piece of paper as she took a pen to scribble on it. 

“Our bank is known for their vast wealth and resources in investing with many industries companies, a lot with small businesses inclusive. Helping a distinguished client like you is definitely something we can offer at the snap of our fingers.” She defined while writing, done with it she got on her approach where Mael stood. 

She stretched the piece for him as he took it from her. 

Mael left the bank immediately after, rushing back to the restaurant where he works only to arrive at his boss, Mr Smith dumping out all of his belongings kept in his shop outside. 

“Mr Smith, stop that. Why are you doing that?” Mael grilled to stop him, brows drew into confusion as he glanced from his belongings to his boss’s peeved face. 

“You’re fired!” Mael tanked his loud scream, “How dare you leave my premises without my permission?! The audacity! What a fool, trying to decrease my daily incomes with your absence. Unlike your jammed up existence, that won’t be possible for me. Get your belongings packed and get out of here, never to be seen again.” He rained harsh words on him, his tone loud and malicious. 

“Okay.” Mael answered gruffly, annoyed with the man’s curses. He did him the honors by firing him even, he already was planning to quit the moment he left the bank. 

There was no need to suffer more with the bitter man, he had always treated him badly because of his marriage. He courted such a beautiful wife while he stayed single. The envy drove him into always maltreating Mael. 

Mael was done with his bullying. Why wouldn’t he?

 He was a millionaire at the moment with life changing savings. There was no need to continue waitering for him, or cleaning his tables, toilets and other places, as well doing stuff that wasn’t in his place to do. 

However, he was forgetting something. “The money you owe me?” Mael reminded him, he’s yet to pay him the income of several months and was always holding back with flimsy excuses. 

It’s only fair he balanced his money and then fired him. 

Mael watched as his statement intensified his furious expression, “How dare you ask me that? I won’t be paying you a dime. I know you need the money to crawl back to your wife and beg her to reconsider your marriage, but too late because she was tired of your useless life and went for someone more valuable and better. Aren’t you tired of living even? Look at yourself, isn’t your life annoying you to brink of committing suicide. I mean your wife cheated on you and-“

“Watch your mouth old man!” Mael groaned out a warning, his voice rough with a hint of danger. He was equally pissed at the man, sprouting nonsense non stop that reflects nothing but his bitterness towards his marriage. 

“Yes, Mr Smith, that’s enough!” Mael heard the familiar voice of Steve, his friend booming from the background as he surfaced from behind the man, glaring at him as he came into sight. 

He was his friend and only friend. 

“I see you’re also tired of working here, say one more word in his name and you can wave goodbye to working here.” The man looked at Steve, threatening him. 

Mael was deeply triggered, his mind flashed back to what the lady at the bank had told him. That they were invested in a lot- but small businesses inclusive. 

That reminded him of the time he found out this restaurant has an investor who stood as their insurance broker. 

Mael went away immediately, he branched a corner as he fished both the paper he collected and his phone out of his pocket. 

Inputting the written numbers into the device, he placed a call to her. She picked at the first ring. 

“Hello sir,” a tender voice greeted from the phone. 

“Are you affiliated with a restaurant named The Crypt Delights? It’s a classic one in my area.” Mael told her immediately, not wanting to beat around the bush. 

“Of course, they’re part of our terrain. Would you like to buy the property?” She responded, confirming what he needed to hear before making his demand. 

“I need you to fire someone from this cuisine, he’s a supervisor. Mr Harry Smith. Can you do that for me?” 

“Give me just one minute and it’ll be done. I will go off now.” The call ended seconds after her response. 

Mael returned only to meet Mr Smith still outside, hands on his waist with a sour look directed at him. 

“You dare walk out on me? I was literally contemplating on whether to have you lick my shoes so I can take your worthless self back into this place, but you dared walk out on me. I see you’re not ashamed of your proverty when you should be, you should be begging me not to fire you, to take you back...” He kept on rambling, satirizing Mael as though his life depended on it. 

“Ironic, because you’ll be the one getting fired.” Mael had to butt into his ranting, a bit triggered by the man’s blistering. 

His gaze turned cold, seeing as the man bursted into laughter, pointing a mocking finger at him as he heaved a boisterous laughter. 

“How crazy are you? Saying I will be fired instead of you.” He spoke amidst his laughter, “I will never be affected with your bad luck or poverty. You’re poor and would die poor, definitely not me-“ 

“Mr Smith. You’re fired.” A cold voice chimed before the completion of the man’s sentence. The voice belonging to the restaurant’s manager.