A shitty meeting

Samantha

I called all the names on the list,most of them were rich snobs asking me if there were going to serve great food and wine ...I mean how the fuck am I suppose to know.. One even ask me if there was going to be alive band this year apparently last years band was one direction.

I finished calling the names on the list and went to Mr DiCaprio offices.

"Sir am done with the invitation of guest and setting up  conference room....so we can go"

He nodded his head and stood up closing his laptop his hair was rough like his has raked it a million times and his tie was lose . He look so so exhausted. I felt like massaging his shoulder for him but I ask instead.. "Sir do you want more coffee."

''Yes if you don't mind" it not like I have a choice, giving him a small smile which he returned ,I give him the coffee has we both went into the conference room .

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