Billie Bob Jones
"I'm bored," I groaned as I laid down on Benedito's fancy black leather couch in his office.
He said I would start shadowing him to see how a CEO dealt with business matters but so far all I was doing was watch him type on his computer, answer calls and read through files.
Plus when he worked he was incredibly boring. He barely talked and had this concentrated look on his face that almost made him look constipated.
"Barbie, you've said this for the tenth time," he sighed as he looked at me.
"You said you were going to show me around again," I pouted. "I can't just sit here being pretty until our meeting. Could have gone off to the ranch and did some work."
"Barbie, this is what we do. Plus it's not my fault things in the stock market changed I have to keep track of such things."
"Sounds like you can't delegate well," I shrugged, "you said your schedule was empty today."
