My One And Only Job

I got an MBA from Wharton and my advisor suggested I interview with a company I could not find any information on, other than where it was registered. No Financials, but he assured me it was the real deal and very big investors. I was interviewed at a small office by a lady, she told me it was a Trust and they needed an analyst, with very high ethics and respect for confidentiality. And the pay was higher than I had heard anyone in my class getting.

I signed a contract, CA, my background was examined down to the color of my toenail polish. I was offered an apartment in an ultra high tower, the office where I was assigned was a couple of blocks walk. There were a couple of very secretive lawyers, a CPA who didn't even say hello. My office had all the latest technology, plus anti eavesdropping protection. My boss was the lady who interviewed me. A Trust, secretive, very complicated structure, investments in all sorts of industry, the lady was on the board of many of the companies.

My first three months I spent reading, analyzing, projecting, writing. I was there late with the lawyers, the lady came and told me she wanted me to clean up for her husband. We went to a restaurant, he had a table. He was around fifty, well dressed, he was very articulate, he dragged me through hell testing me, called me a neophyte. He didn't let up until the lady told him I had been hired to look after him.

It was personal, sex. I looked after him, she was happy. He was Mr. Plain Vanilla. On top, in and out. And then forcing me to defend my analysis, my recommendations. He was no passive investor, he wanted anything and everything on management. He wanted sex every day, he only wanted me to make the bed. He expected a wet kiss on his cheek. He held my hand in the car. The lady told me he liked me. I woke up with him day after day. She told me I was doing a good job, keep him happy, look after him.

I worked for them until I had my own portfolio. I piggy backed, I could never beat him at his game. I sit on several boards in the lady's name, and a couple in his name. I wake up beside him. My job is, looking after him. Not that he needs looking after. Neither does the lady. She enjoys watching, she knows just where she needs to be to eavesdrop, and watch.