Bab 270: Who The Hell Is She?

Billie Bob Taylor

He held my hand tightly throughout the directors and owners speeches about the project. Since the incident at the bar he had been incredibly tense. He promised me once the directors and owners were done we would leave immediately. 

I had no idea what the situation with the older man was but him and Benedito seemed to have bad blood. A whole tonne of bad blood. I had never heard him speak to someone like that; with so much anger and venom. He normally never even angered himself about any situation that I guessed that was why it surprised me so much. 

"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered in his ear. 

He looked at me with sunken eyes, "Can't you hold it in?"

"I've got pregnancy bladder Dito, you know it's impossible," I hissed. "I'll be quick."

"Can't you wait for me?" 

"I ain't a five year old. I can find the bathroom by myself."

"Bobby please."