Hello. I’m a forty-year-old man from London, currently working as a personal assistant for the daughter of a South Asian oligarch. For the sake of her privacy, I’ll be referring to her as ‘Geeta’ and give no sensitive details about her personal identity. Geeta is currently a twenty-year-old woman in London for university, living in a penthouse with her pet dogs, along with a maid and personal assistant. I share a small room with the maid in the staff quarters within the building.
As a personal assistant, my job is mainly to serve her outside her home, which means accompanying her to classes, shopping trips, restaurants, social events, or hanging out with friends, while the maid is mainly responsible for serving her inside her home, such as cleaning or cooking. Her own maid is South Asian, and has a good relationship with Geeta and myself. Geeta is generally a kind and loving person, but is highly vulnerable to different moods. Ask me anything.
Nope. Her parents won’t even bother to hire her a private tutor. They’re the kind of parents that are so relaxed to the point where they don’t care about her, which is probably true. She’s the youngest girl of the family, so she’s not really that important to them. She’s basically allowed to do anything that she wants, as long as it’s nothing that puts her in danger. As for her relationship status, she’s currently still single. I’ve been working in this job for the past three months.
Are you the first Personal Assistant she’s had?
And do you have a contact for a certain amount of time to be assumed renewed or could she straight up fire you tomorrow?
At first, I thought this was sad, but honestly, I would have loved this as a 20-something. Do you know how she feels about it? I mean, at least she has plenty of money to wipe her tears with…