My delivery job at Hoffers Foods

“You can’t be my delivery boy looking all unkempt, scraggly and barefooted. Here you are,” he picked up a pair of new slippers and tossed at me, “This is for you, Brian Patrick.”

He was Hoffers Greenfield CEO of Hoffers Intercontinental Foods. He was in his early thirties, burly bald-head, charismatic and a mogul of chains of food industries. He was going to be the only CEO that accepted to employ me based on my experience as a delivery boy at Morgan Group.

“Thank you, boss! Thank you boss,” I appreciated repeatedly and swam out of my gloom as I was ready to have a fresh start, I bowed my head gratefully as I couldn’t stop glaring at this blue slippers which I never thought of buying after I lost my previous one.

He took out a pair of white overall which had, HOFFERS FOOD DELIVERY inscribed at the back, and tossed at it at me. “Hence forth that will be your uniform,” he said yet further, “You see, Brian Patrick, I don’t usually employ ex convict. We have our policies. I don’t usually
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