The JB restaurant was re-launched last night.
Hundreds of bigwigs attended the launch, thanks to Billie. She kept reminding me how the restaurant will be bigger and better this time thanks to the one and only Billie Brown. In a way, it's kinda true. Of course, I'm grateful that she put the restaurant in my name.
My only issue is the name of the restaurant.
Why the fùck would she name it JB? Why did she have to include her initials? It's my fùcking restaurant. Why did she have to make it about her?
"The good thing is," Diana fixes my tie. "It's your restaurant now. You are the owner. Marjorie is not the boss of you anymore. You are the boss. And for that, you should be grateful. No matter the stupid name of the restaurant. It's all yours now. Look at the sunny side."
I can't help but
