“Shit! Shit! What is about to happen? Who the hell is Charity Intercontinental?” Hoffers Greenfield yelled and slammed the newspaper on the desk. Inwardly he boiled with wrath and his face went crimson at once.Ever since Hoffers Greenfield got wet ears about the contract being awarded to Charity Intercontinental he had known no rest. For over thirty minutes he had been barking at the tops of his voice and slamming the newspaper on the table.Suddenly the creaking of his door interrupted him and he swirled around to see it was his secretary, “Greetings boss,” she greeted, squeezed her lips in uncertainty of what Hoffers might do to her for barging in, “Pardon me for barging into your office . But I feel much concern for you after over hearing your yell. Do you mind sharing your dilemma with me, boss?” She swallowed hard and could barely lock eyes with the dreadful dark eyes of Hoffers.He smiled, pointed at the news paper, “Take a look at the shit.” He clenched his fingers at the new
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
Zion sighed and heaved an uneasy breath. Hoffers was among the heady client that would want to jump protocols just because they were money bags. Already before Hoffers got in I had phoned Zion to ensure they go through the laid down protocols.“Um… Hoofers Greenfield, I expect you to lead by example since you seem to be the most influential money bag among these clients. Everyone has consented to the protocols of seeing Mike Don, except you who is still the only heady one…”Zion was yet speaking when he gestured at him in disapproval, “Hey hey, I wouldn’t take such insult from you. You can’t force me against my wish. I have decided to jump protocols. I want you to go in there and inform the world richest man that Hoffers Greenfield is here and see how elated he would be to have me around. I am a reputable restaurant owner. Do I need to remind you of that?” he had his hand on the waist as he prided and let his jaw to sag in fury.Zion drifted to the visitors form, took it and stretched
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
Upon hearing that, I dragged a furrowed brow and almost argued with her. At the time the young lady was profusely shedding tears and sobbing without any intention to stop soon.She was yet to make meaning to me and this was evident at the way I rolled my eyes at her. Why would Hoffers Greenfield sack you for the love you have for me. Was she bluffing or just seeking my attention; I wondered inwardly as I gazed upon this girl with suspicion.“Why would Hoffers do that to a poor girl like you?” I queried and when I couldn’t stop suspecting her, I asked yet further, “How am I sure you are for real, Mira?” my voice was mild yet unsatisfied.She shook her head repeatedly in disapproval, “No! No! The world richest man!” she protested, “Why would I fake my sack? I am not that dumb. I am Mira Henson!” she brought out her phone, swapped to a photo and showed me an image of her ID card as a staff of Hoffers Food, “Behold my official ID card as a staff of Hoffers Greenfield. I was one of his aid
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
Hoffers stared at her from head to toes before his forehead creased. His lips tightened as he was swallowed in shock. “Mira?” he struggled to call through trembling lips which seemed to fall off. “Mira?” he called yet again as he barely could take off his gloomy eyes from the badge on her pocket which said: AIDE TO MIKE DONMira stood stylish with firm hands on her broad waist and inspective, go-to-hell gaze on Hoffers who was already sweating profusely on the nose now, “Are you his aide now?” he queried coldly and swallowed hard.“Well as you can see you kicked me out and Mike Don embraced me. What more can I say? She shrugged and wouldn’t stop locking pay-back eyes at with him.Hoffers simpered, “Yeah, yeah, hey, I am happy for you…” he stuttered and glanced at his aide, “I mean you are his aide just like you were my aide.” He grinned after a brief smile, “Bold move, you see, I …um…” he was lost and confused, not in exactitude of words now. He sniffed and dared to say, “I am happy
Hoffers gave her a dirty look, “Are you bluffing or what Mira? You are acting as though I am some stranger to you. Standing before you is Hoffers Greenfield, your former boss and I stand a fair chance to go in there than every other visitor…”She interposed him, “Hoffers Greenfield,” her unfamiliar tone echoed from wall to wall, “Mike Don has hired me as her personal aide and has also mandated me to give pass to visitors, so I have the right to tell a visitor to kiss my ass or to go in and see him!” she slammed at him and rolled her eyes.Hoffers shook his head in disapproval as he yelled in like manner, “And I refuse to kiss your ass, because I have got a contract to clench and it is only Mike Don who can award me the contract !” he almost yelled at the tops of his lungs , even when he dared to fight back guilt.Mira’s lips pressed together. “How am I going to inform you that you are ineligible to meet with the world richest man, huh? I have conveyed to you the proper time you are el
On a crisp winter, I was mid way stretching out the hem of my tuxedo before the spacious mirror while my costumier ran a make-over on me.I could over hear the knocking of stiletto on the floor and I needed not be told that someone was walking through.In few seconds, my automatic door sensed a body and yanked open on its own, and when I swirled around a charming face flashed at me, it was Clara Roham, my wife.I could swear she was walked up this time around; the mountains of frown that decked her face; the blue frame that layered her skin and the cloud of fury that sagged her jaw, was evidence of her cage being rattled by someone.But I guessed I wasn’t responsible for her horrible mood this morning. She stood staring, arms folded, shoulders pressed against the wall, and eyes staring and locking eyes with me.Noticing that the costumiers were done with me, there was no need hesitating to hear from my wife.“Please can I have a moment with my wife,” I mumbled.The party of costumiers
The most beautiful girl beauty pageant had been ongoing for over three months now. And from all over the world and from all walks of life, pretty ladies emerged to represent their countries in order to hit the jackpot and establish their countries in the hall of fame.Before the commencement of the beauty pageant, Zion had served me a memo from the organizers, giving me the opportunity to be the sole sponsor of the event. I was very much elated to sponsor such event.And on behalf of the Saint Don Group and my wife, I wrote them a cheque for fifty million dollars. Not only did this make my name to be in the news, but also it was one way I could give back to the society and support talent.This very maiden edition gathered from all over the world pretty ladies who wished to emerge as winners. But in the long run only one of them would go home with grand prize.The grand finale was slated to hold in New York. It would be recalled that this would be the fifth edition which had mouthwater
Mr. President had been pacing up and down in his spacious office brooding over the news, the accountant general just told him, over the phone. His brow shone with profuse sweat as he wondered what would become of Rio Hondo’s economy if the news were verified to be true.Promptly the door creaked and opened for the minister to prance in.“What is it that I am hearing minister?” the president queried once he caught sight of him, “The accountant general just phoned me about seventy percent decline of our capital market and foreign exchange. Did you hear anything ” he swallowed hard and expected a different news from him.The minister’s jaw sagged and he pressed his lips tightly in contemplation. “Yes, Mr. President, I have only come to confirm if you have heard yet another news. The decline in the capital market is virtually becoming old news now….” His voice died off with a smirk of the lips.The president cocked an eyebrow and squeezed his brow, “What news again? I am yet to verify t
I could see them in the crowd of prisoners; Fanny Luis, Morgan Harris and Thomas Jackson.I continued at a firm remarkable tone, “I was sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment after my boss, Morgan Harris accused me of siphoning fifteen billion dollars from Community Central Bank. At the time I never knew this day would come. But I had often told myself that once I become rich and powerful, I would ensure I free prisoners because no human being is supposed to remain in prison…”Morgan Harris still had his gaze on the ground. Warm tears were already trickling down his cheeks and Fanny had noticed it.Thomas swallowed hard and gazed upon Morgan, “You are all tears. Soon I will join you because this is a lost course. The person you intend to beg for our freedom is already recalling horrible memories. I don’t need to tell you Mike Don is going to cancel Christmas on our ass today.”Morgan sniffed heavily while Fanny swallowed hard and stroked his hair.My trumpeting voice continued to sou
Morgan Harris was heaved with thought; suddenly his eyes became watery and red. He only could wonder how a boy he once hired as his delivery boy became so rich and powerful that Rio Hondo granted me the supreme power to free prisoners. He expected greatness from me but not this kind of power. He couldn’t believe it when the chief warden mentioned and about now he was yet to believe that his once ragged delivery boy had grown so rich and powerful that Mr. President granted me such power.“Mike Don! Jupiter’s brain!” Morgan exclaimed in shock and stared in the space thoughtfully, “How did he become so powerful that Mr. President granted him the supreme power to free prisoners?” he queried through gritted teeth and clicked his fingers furiously before cupping his jaw.Fanny hummed and folded his arms, “I am as confused as you, Morgan. I am hugely pained that this rich boy, this Croesus was once my son-in-law. Who would believe that the world richest man, Mike Don who is celebrated and lo
Fanny Luis, Morgan Harris and Thomas Jackson were among the host of inmates that gathered at the prison yard to have some briefing with the authorities of the prison.Prior to this day, I had sent a memo to the office of the chief warden, informing him about my official visit to Rio Hondo prison and to commence the grand opening of my vision of setting free five prisoners every month. Not only was it a welcomed idea but the chief warden had told me it would cushion the adverse effect of congested prison yard which was a threat to them now.Just like every other inmate Morgan Harris Fanny Luis and Thomas Jackson, were nervous and looked forward to hearing from the authorities of the prison. It was earlier the other day when they were informed to assemble at the prison arena for some vital information.With glistening bright faces and curious eyes that rolled from side to side, the prisoners waited with bated breath for the authorities to give them the briefing; it was very much instinc
With eyes welled up with tears, Mr. Kenny watched the site engineers pull down his five detached duplex and brought it to bricks and sand. He couldn’t stand the sight of his investment being destroyed and when he thought begging me would proffer a solution, I disappointed him by giving him the cold shoulders.Already it was late to reverse my command. Shortly afterwards I had joined the rest of my entourage on the private jet and shut the hatch door on the face of Mr. Kenny, who had been pleading for mercy so earnestly that he didn’t give a damn about onlookers when he lay on the ground to plead.“You just have to put yourself together! Perk up! Everything is going to be fine! Be of good cheer!” those were the words of onlookers and pals who consoled Mr. Kenny.But the fact still remained that he least expected it and never in his life had he contemplated to lose five of his buildings in one day. And the worse of it was getting to meet a boy he wrote off now being the world richest
Mr. Kenny’s brow roughened as the ridges in sand. He stared at me, gaping and studying my face, “What impossibility are you talking about?” he queried and stared me down, “Brian Patrick? You?” he pointed at me with trembling hands.I shot a fire-packed stare at him and molded my lips in fury to inform him of the ruin that will befall him soon.He stood to his feet. “Wait a minute.” he peered at me, doubt decking his eyes and arguments about leaving his lips, “You can’t be Brian Patrick. Everyone knows you as Mike Don. Are you not the true heir to the Saint Don Group anymore?” he queried me, stared around and realized a quite number of onlookers waiting for the outcome of this moment.I snorted, suspected the redness of his eyes was as a result of the shock that shot through his spines. This time I gathered all the voice in my throat and beamed, “Mr. Kenny for the second time, I am Brian Patrick. Yes the same Brian Patrick you cursed and called all sorts of names, including a criminal
I was done addressing the residents of the Suburban Estate. They were excited to have me as their new landlord after the government of Rio Hondo promised to privatize the estate so as to cushion the adverse effect the poor economy was having on the state.About now everyone had shades of smiles on their faces as they noticed none of their houses were marked for demotion. While almost everyone dispersed only one person was left behind; he was seen being restricted by my security that stopped him from getting close to me. All the while Mr. Kenny had been chanting my name at the tops of his voice and trying to catch my attention.“The world richest man! Mike Don!” that was the clamoring voice of Mr. Kenny. He stared around, settling his gaze on the group of bulldozers that were already steaming by the corner and ready to resume work.The moment the bulldozers started drifting towards the houses I just marked for demolition, his panicky voice intensified.“Oh no, please Mike Don! Please I