Billie Bob Jones
Apparently we were not allowed to use the main entrance for the five star hotel we would be staying at because Benedito did not own it. Imagine, the struggle of being a billionaire.
"Why can't we?" I raised my left eyebrow in question as he looked at me with a blank expression.
"Because I don't like to be seen unless I own the hotel and therefore know the security of it," he answered matter-of-factly like I was some idiot.
"So you tell me you have all that money and you can't walk through a lobby because you don't own the building," I was astonished, "So you just this tiger in a gold cage. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Nobody even knows your face unless their some tech geek. I didn't even know who you were."
"Barbie, one, you live under a rock. Two, you barely know anyone. I'm not even sure you know the face of the current president," he growled clearly getting irritated with me.
