“The contract is worth two million dollars. You will sponsor it, then I will refund you later,” I enunciated shooting a cheerful smile at him.“Uh… yeah!” he grinned, No problems. Two million dollars?” he dimmed his eyes thoughtfully, “OK, I can handle it. I will figure it out boss…. I , um,” he stuttered and shook his head to discourage his fear.We smiled cheek to cheek and had a warm handshake together.***The entire staff of Hoffers Food stood in row outside as they welcomed the arrival of their boss. With dilated smiles they watched Hoffers alight form his Ferrari with his security flanked around him.“You are welcome boss!”They all greeted in unison with their heads slightly bowed and raised their gaze expectantly raised upon him.“We won the contract!” Hoffers beamed and punched in the air in exaggerated joy, “Hoffers Food has finally earned the cooking contract for the banquet party of Mr. President.” He had barely resounded when his host of staffers opened a clapping ovati
Hoffers Greenfield got the most insane shock of his life. On the D-day, he arrived the reception ground to see Charity Intercontinental already in place to execute the hosting of the banquet party for Mr. President.With his hands rubbing his eyes to be sure of his sight, his heart came thudding, head waggled within his skull as he saw a host of Charity Intercontinental staff dishing out buffet of meals, spirits, rums wines, cake and hot barbecue to the delighted guests.“No what is happening? Who are those people? Who is doing my job?” he queried and combed around the crowd with his stare, trying to catch sight of me.The most maddening part of it was that he wasn’t allowed into the venue. He had arrived the venue with the countryside music star whom he hired with a whooping sum of money, an MC of the state of art, who charged him another whooping sum of money and then the delightsome dishes and wines from Rome which he bought on credit , with the hope of paying after I must have re
Soon the entire staff of Hoffers Food was on their way back to the office.This time around Hoffers needed the windscreen to be wound down so he could see the trees and building that fell past as they sped through the road. He needed something to steal away his mind.For over two minutes he had been murmuring within himself, “Our capital base! Our capital base! Where do I start from?”The chilling wind that swept across his face intensified his sniffing so much that he barely could tell whether the tears trickling down his cheeks were due to his loss or the cold.“Boss, you must put yourself together. I believe Mike Don owes you an explanation for this. There is no way you are going to spend your entire capital base on this very contract and he would award it to Charity Intercontinental, leaving you in huge losses. No way!” his aide snapped, “Yes of course! No way!” Hoffers retorted, his voice unfolding into uncertain confirmation. His jaw waggled and sagged that he needed nobody’s a
Hoffers Greenfield had hidden as bird in his bullet proof Porsche for over an hour now. He was full of disappointment and contempt as he beheld his furious staff protest outside the Hoffers Food.He could see quite a number of them holding placards, horrible paintings of his image, demonstrating , clamoring , chanting over nonpayment of salary . They held furious hostile faces and it was by chance that his security restricted a few of them to a spot.Hoffers sucked in a breath of relief the moment he caught sight of his aide advancing to his Porsche.He wound down even before the aide surged closer, “What is happening?” he queried with the intent of one not satisfied with his sight.His aide tilted his neck and peered at him; at the time he was struggling to catch his breath, “Boss I am scared. I would suggest you remain in your Porsche for now…”Hoffers’ brow folded as he interrupted him, “Why?” Suddenly his eyes summoned redness at the sight of some staff armed with logs and stones
“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
Ire rose in Hoffers’ eyes, but just as suddenly, he grinned too. These days he came in taxi since he couldn’t foot the bills of running maintenance for his Porsche. Hard time had set in for him.His brow knitted when the taxi halted into the premises of Hoffers Food.There was a bizarre scene at his restaurant.A ribbon which stated SEALED went round the exit and entrance of his restaurant. A closer look at the corner, he could see two well-suited gentle men.The door on the taxi slammed furiously as he alighted and made towards them. “Gentle men what is this? Why the restriction? What is happening?” he asked at a breath and gathered steams of fear on his face.“May we know you, sir?” one of the officials demanded and dug into his pocket to pull out his ID card.Without much hesitation, he sounded, “I am Hoffers Greenfield, the CEO of Hoffers Food, which you sealed. So may I know you? And why did you declare my restaurant sealed?”Uncertainty swam in his thought as he barely could swa
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
My gaze gathered around his arms; they shook with reckless abandon. How do you mean, boss? Why would I lose my restaurant after paying the tax? You have decided to deduct one point five million dollars from the two million…”I swirled around in my swivel chair, poured wine for two and handed him a cup.“I lost my appetite decades ago,” he replied rudely and pushed aside the cup, “Talk to me, Mike Don. What is happening? Why would you want to shut down my business without any tangible reason, huh?”I slammed a brown file before him. His gaze lowered to it and then resumed at me, “What is this?” his voice was clouded with tears and impending sorrow.I grinned and muttered, “That is an offer for sale of your restaurant. Take a look at it. If you love the offer, you can let me know and I will pay out rightly…”Hoffers interrupted me abruptly, “I beg your pardon, you shut down my restaurant and still interested in buying it, huh? You have got guts, Mike Don. What did I do to deserve this,
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