That stinks. Don't get me started on little "son of the boss" rich kids!
Too late, you did.
Long ago and far away I worked in an office of a smallish company. (People wise. Big bucks, though.) The Pres & V.P. had their boys come in at Easter, Christmas, and a week or two in the summer to "work" in the warehouse. When they did inventory over Christmas vacation, the warehouse manager always sent his regular guys around to do the work all over, because he knew - EVERYBODY knew - that they'd count a few things in a bin, then just write down a number they pulled out of the air.
They got paid about TWICE what the grown men working the warehouse got. Man, those spoiled brats sure had some nice cars, too!
Worthless wastes of oxygen, every one of them! I'm sure by now the parents (using the term loosely) have paid a high price in terms of emotional pain.