‘There’s a pimple on my cheek,’ Cash Daddy said. ‘Press it.’ ‘Sorry?’ ‘There’s a pimple on my cheek,’ Cash Daddy said again. ‘Press it.’ I realised that he was talking to his Indian girls. Apparently, none of them expected that talking or listening would be part of the job description. They ignored his instruction. ‘Kings, I don’t think these girls understand English. Explain to them what I’m saying.’
