“Mr. Rossi, so nice of you to finally remember that we are all gathered here and waiting for you,” that dumb fuck Bernard Castleford said as soon as I walked into the boardroom.
“Well, I am Alessandro Rossi, so that name alone means you have to wait on me. I'm not late; I am just on the right time for a boss.”
“That's unprofessional, Mr. Rossi. Gentlemen, I believe we all have better things to do with our time than to sit on our behinds and wait on him like a king,” he asked the board members.
I looked around the boardroom, waiting for any of them to say anything in support of Castleford, but they all kept their heads low and shut their stupid mouths.
At least they all know who is the boss around here.
“Well, I guess their silence is enough proof that they have no problem with waiting on me. If there is no further distraction and unwarranted delay with unnecessary conversations, I would like to declare the meeting open.”
Bernard was so embarrassed and mad that he balled his hands into fists as he sat down in anger, eyeing the board members in irritation.
The meeting was in full swing as ideas for a new hotel were being thrown around.