At Hoffers Foods my Rolls Royce and the rest of the convoy drove into the garage and came to a screeching halt. Like a flash, my past shone on my mind the moment I gazed at the garage and warm tears surged down my cheeks.This was same garage I begged Hoffers to give up for me and my foster father, just for a night so we could be protected from the cold and the harsh weather. Everything struck in my head with disdain now. His luxury cars were still parked in the garage. He had preferred his luxury cars to the life my foster father.Zion noticed my teary face, “Boss you are all tears. It will be offensive to see a classic tycoon like you cry in public. Why are you all tears now?” he queried as he brought out his handkerchief and dabbed my eyes and cheeks.I sniffed and grinned to stop further tears form trickling down. Already Hoffers and his staff had alighted from their cars and waited patiently for me to alight from mine.“Zion this is the same garage Hoffers denied me and my father
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
Once I caught sight of the brief smile which beclouded her face, I had a feeling she was in the right frame of mind to talk to me now. In addition, I offered her one of my roman emperor wine.“Talk to me, ma’am,” I sounded and noticed the boy she came with was groping and daring to feel his surrounding, “it seems your son is blind, uh,” I pointed at the lad.She gave a gentle nod, “Yes the world richest man,” she responded and bowed in a tilted way. “He is the reason I am here, boss, I am Charity Campbell, the chairman Charity Intercontinental Foods…”Now this pretty woman got me off the floor by her revelation. A CEO? What the hell? I stared at her from head to toes and barely could swallow down saliva down my guts.I gawked. “Wait a minute!” I gestured at her to chill out, “Are you telling me you are a CEO of a restaurant?” she gave a nod in confirmation and I intoned, “Then what the hell happened to you? Take a look at yourself and your son. You don’t look it. What happened to your
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
“Hoffers Greenfield,” I groaned within me as I gazed upon his name on the list which Mr. President gave me.“It isn’t possible. You can’t have the contract, Hoffers, not when I am the world richest man,” I groaned yet further, put a call across to Zion to get the entourage ready to see Mr. President.With my entourage in the convoy we drove straight to the State House. Zion noticed the mountain of fury on my face and he reminded me of what I didn’t want to recall at the time.“Boss did you listen to Hoffers’ speech this morning in the news? He boasted about being the only outstanding restaurant to be chosen by Mr. President for his birthday. He also said it is only his restaurant that is free from food poison…”The creaking of the door made Zion grin as he pausedI shot my reddened face at one of the security who interrupted us by placing a newspaper before us and then added, “It is already trending , boss.” He pointed to the headlines:Hoffers Food The Safest In Rio. The Best Restau
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
“Boss what are we having for lunch?” Zion asked humbly, “Considering the rate of food poisoning in Rio Hondo, I wouldn’t want us to patronize restaurants just to make sure you are safe.”I rolled in my swivel chair and stared at the ceiling in contemplation, “How about we do Charity Intercontinental. That is the best restaurant you can find anywhere around Rio Hondo right now.” I intoned and smacked my lips for the delicacy yet to come.Zion shook his head in definite disapproval. “Hell no, boss, I wouldn’t want us to patronize restaurants for now. Besides Charity Intercontinental is not a reputable restaurants and after the accident that hit her family and made her son blind the CEO, Charity seems to be broke and out of business…”I gestured at Zion in the negative, “No! No! You don’t have to talk down on people because you don’t know the sudden change that has happened to them. Do you know that Charity Intercontinental has been appointed to host refreshment in the forth coming birth
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
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