The Boss.

Oh. And there's Jack. Jackson Mr. High Society Lewis. Jack is my boss too. Well, I'm he's personal assistant in rags whenever I'm beside Mr. High Society. Picture this, a closing 30 dude clad in clothes nothing less than that of 3 months of my salary put together. I don't necessary dress like Betty to actually feel that way. Jack is just plain vain. That fridge in his office in not meant for drinks or food; it is for his beauty products. Well that's Jack for you.

Jack's not just my boss to begin with. He's my sister's ex-boyfriend's sister's cousin's best friend. Well. That's 5 degress of separation for you. I know it's a little far-fetched. Well that's how me and my vain boss are related. And that was also how I got this job as a PA.

Seriously the job isn't that bad at all. The pay is pretty good, I get nice perks from the job too. The company handles dealings from various events. So I get free stuff from events like Dior, Lancome. Sometimes I get to meet famous people. I did speak to Karim Rashid once. Asked if the seat we arranged for him at the Issey Miyake fashion show was fine with him. After all he did design the parfume bottles. And I did get my bottle signed too. Worth much more I guess.