Billie Bob Jones
"Bobby, it's so good to see you," Tamara immediately threw her body in my arms as I walked into the board room.
I let out an 'oof' in surprise but casually hugged her back since a team of Great American employees and my own PBR management were in the room. "Same to you Tamara," I softly smiled.
Her floral perfume was suffocating as she stood next to me with her hand on my chest as everyone stood up to greet me. Normally I could entertain her enough to fool everyone but these days I could not even pull myself to pretend a woman had my attention.
I discreetly pulled away from her as I shook my manager's hand. Luke, had been my manager since I was eighteen. He had a mix of blonde and brown hair that was cut on the back and sides whilst he left the top long in a quiff. He was in his forties and once competed in the PBR as well before he decided to retire in his twenties and start his own sports agency.
