Page 100 of Grumpy Boss of the Year

"Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, it was insane. I've already got offers to run in Milan next week. I mean, I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it. The pay is only $5,000 a day and?—"

"Someone's gonna pay you $5,000 for one day of walking down the catwalk?"

"Yeah, but that's nothing compared to what your dad gives me."

"About that."

"Oh, no. He's cutting me off. I told you he didn't love me like he loved you."

"He's cutting us all off."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you sitting down, Romeo?"

"No, but I can be."

"I think you need to have a seat."

"Fine. Hold on. I'm walking down the streets of gay Paris," he chuckles, "though I haven't met one good-looking gay guy that wants to be with me."

"I wonder why not."

"Because they're all dating so many fabulous gay Europeans. They're so much better than us Americans, you know?"

"Oh, really?"

"Well, maybe not as fabulous as me, of course. Okay, hold on. I see a bench. Okay, I'm sitting. What is it, darling?"

"Dad has no money."

"Yourdad?"

"Ourdad, Romeo."

"What do you mean, he has no money? He has oodles and oodles of money. He spoils us?—"

"Romeo," I cut him off, "Dad lost his money."

"What? You're serious?"

"I'm dead serious."

"Holy shit. So that means I'm going to Milan next week, I guess."

"I guess so. I wish I had that option."

"Oh shit, I didn't even think about that. What are you gonna do? I suppose it's a good thing you got that job with that dude. What does he do again?"

"About that."

"Oh, no, you slept with him and he fired you."

"No! Romeo!"

"Sorry." He chuckles. "You know straight men. They get some, and then they fear that you're gonna get feelings, so they run as quickly as possible. I just don't understand it."

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