Ruggerio
I’m itching to smoke so bad that I bounce my leg up and down while one of our contractors is talking with us about a project that we should have already finished weeks ago. It wasn’t enough to have my grandfather talking to me like a kindergartener about the importance of business deals, but I also had my father threatening me to distribute tasks to my younger brother.
As if I would care about this. Why not give him everything already?
Frank had apparently forgotten to appoint his deputy correctly about an important task that should have been covered while he took a vacation to Paris and, as I wasn’t informed about anything and he was my f*****g deputy, the project went south in just a few days, getting us into all sorts of problems. I wouldn’t be as mad, as such things can qui
