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

As the devil’s broth, Hoffers’ anger boiled so greatly that he transferred the aggression on anyone that came in sight. He couldn’t believe that I kept his appointment till fortnight just as Mira had stated.Right in his office, his gaze came on the calendar as he counted days to the president’s birthday. To him twp million dollars was too big an amount to lose.“Why is Mike Don treating me as some piece of shit? Uh-oh, what wrong did I do that the world richest man looks down on me and nags at the sight of Hoffers Greenfield, uh?” his gaze came upon the TV at once and he saw in news as he genuflected and bowed to me.“Oh-uh! Jupiter’s brain!” he exclaimed and pointed at the TV, “Take a look at that! What is wrong with the media? Why would they capture that scene? Oh lord!” he stroked his hair confusedly, gulped his rum and slammed the cup on the table as he read the caption on the TV:Hoffers Bows To His Master.He snarled as his shoulders lowered in grievance. Promptly his face flus

Hoffers Greenfield sucked a deep breath as he heard me over the phone. His eyes remained stilled and face was flushed with uncertainty as he paid rapt attention to my cold voice.As soon as I hung up, Hoffers punched into the air in absolute excitement. His eyes sparkled. He chuckled, revealing lines of joy. “Yes! Yes!” he chanted and hugged his aide so firmly that he was forced to ask his boss:“What is the news about, boss?” he was still hugged into the hold of Hoffers , whose joy knew no bound now. “Talk to me, boss. I guess there is hope for us now.” Anxiety hung over him.With arms wide open, he intoned, “I just spoke with the world richest man. you won’t believe what he just told me .” his mouth was still curved into a smile as he held the anxious face of the aide and spoke into it, “He booked an appointment with me tomorrow morning at the Saint Don Group…..”“Wow, boss. This is epic,” his jaw flexed, “We could be on our way to win back the cooking contract. What do you think, b

“I want you to know I am Brian Patrick. The Mike Don you know , the world richest man that trends all over the world today is Brian Patrick, the same ridiculed delivery boy,” I groaned and snarled at my beholder.At the time Hoffers was still shattered; his eyes swam with tears as he pled and asked for mercy.“Uh-oh, Brian Patrick! I never knew you would amount to somebody notable. How would I have known you were the true heir to the Saint Don Group?” He swore under his breath, tossed his head in disapproval, “I am yet to believe this. I can’t believe Brian Patrick is still breathing let alone a mogul that is loved all over the world. This is strange.” He swallowed hard, “Why do you go by the name Mike Don, huh?” he sniffed and struggled to lock his eyes with me.I simpered, let a cheeky grin and muttered at a breath, “My true name is Mike Don and my true father is Saint Don. Brian Patrick was given to me by my foster father, Mr. Patrick, who adopted me when he found me wandering as a

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