Diamond Tiara had to call her dad to come and get her from school. She was really sick and needed to go home. Unfortunately, today was the day that Filthy Rich had hired a new receptionist. The phone rang until a bored sounding voice answered.
"Hello, Mr. Rich's office; how may I help you?" DT sighed in relief.
"Hi, I'm Diamond Tiara, Filthy Rich's daughter. Can you put me through to him?" There was a short pause before the receptionist responded venomously.
"Look missy, I don't know what your trying to pull, but its not going to work on me!" Safe to say that DT was confused.
"Excuse me?"
"I know he doesn't have a daughter. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"
"Like, unless my birth certificate is wrong, I can assure you, I'm like totally his daughter." At this point DT was fuming and the receptionist was having none of it.
"Look, I don't care what you're selling. If you'd been honest, maybe we would have listened to you, but because you lied, no! You're an unprofessional little s*** who makes s*** up to get her job done instead of actually working! So go f*** yourself! " The receptionist hangs up and DT just stares at her phone. After a few seconds it rings. Still shaken from the verbal assault she answers.
"Hello?" A familiar male voice answers.
"Hey, sweetie! I'm sorry she was such a b****, she's not going to be working here long. Now, what do you need?" DT could hear the receptionist in the back ground.
"What the f*** do you mean I won't be working here long? I just stopped a f****** telemarketer from bothering you!" Filthy Rich sighed.
"No, you just cussed out my daughter. You can pack up your things now."