“Well, looks like you’re having fun in that li’l ‘ol Mansion, Penelope,” Bob Mcintyre snorts as he leans back on his chair in his own office. Even when I’m just looking at a video, a small image of him through my laptop in the comfort of my room in Ryan’s mansion, the size of his ego is still just as big as if he was sitting arrogantly in front of me.
“Well, of course, she’d be,” Marc scoffs, “I’d be too if I was f*****g eating and sleeping my self silly.” He laughs at his own joke as he sits to Bob’s left. His backhanded remark almost makes me lose my cool; if only he didn’t look so pathetic laughing at his own joke.
“The real question here is, what’d she do to get all this ‘special treatment?” Jacob teases before getting a high-five from his i***t-in-arms, Marc.
