*Video reference in the end*
*These fucking conferences, why do they have to be on weekends. Making people miserable even on off days.* I curse under my breath. I was sitting in the yearly dumb conference the company I work in conducts. It’s just an excuse to gloat to the investors and attract new clients. I am forced to give away my weekend for this. And on top of it, my boss made me go back and return in a saree because we are apparently supposed to look Indian. I couldn’t even get out of the pantyhose I wore earlier. *As if without the saree they couldn’t recognise we are Indians* ,I scoff. I immediately paint a smile at my boss who was fast approaching, “Good job, I want you to be there with Mr. Johnson. You are to keep him company, he is a very talkative man so I leave you with him to answer. Be on your best behavior, we need him.” She patted my back and with that she left. *What the fuck! Best behavior? I’m babysitting and I’m the kid too. Absolutely fucking unbelievable!*