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.
I’m not in a position to disclose my earnings, but I can tell you that it’s worth a fortune. I’ve been used to working in cheap jobs in the city for my entire life, and the current job truly felt like an upgrade from previous jobs. As for hanging out with friends, I usually sit on separate tables or follow her from a distance, but Geeta allows me to order food and drinks when we’re in a restaurant or coffee shop. She usually asks me to take pictures of them or carry their shopping.